Can someone please tell me why I'm perfectly ok with jumping off cliffs, hang gliding and rock climbing, but a pair of scissors and a stylist's chair scare the ish out of me?! It's been almost a year since I've had my hair cut (the Bang Incident of 2010 was traumatizing), and today I'm taking the plunge again.
Part of the reason I've waited almost 365 days is because my hair was butchered the last time I had it cut. There was a complete miscommunication between the hairdresser and I, and the end result was anything but pretty. It's also really hard to find a stylist I trust. The lady who I had in California was so great (too bad she couldn't have made the move with us), and I haven't been able to find that again in Arizona. I did some research and came across an Aveda concept salon not too far from the townhouse I'm going to try.
Plus with all of the upcoming fun adventures, it's time for this mop to get cleaned up. The look I'm going for is long and brunette (which I have now) with a little side bang. Here's hoping I won't be scerrrred off into hair hell again.