About a month and a half ago I made the appointment, yes 1.5 months ago, just to avoid rushing into anything. Welp, today was the day I dread unlike most girlies I know, hair cut day. DunnDunnDunnnnnnnn. Its just one of the many odd, little known, facts about me. I do not love/look forward to a trip to get my hair did. Ever. In fact, I typically get just one hair cut a year. (yes, less chair time that I am willing to give the dentist per year). Ok, its not all bad. I do love the ambiance of a spa like salon. I am a total beauty product junkie. And, anyone who denies melting while someone else shampoos and massages your scalp is a total dunce...and liar.
Although I love mixing my look up with braids, pony tails, buns and flair, when it comes to getting it "done" I really just like it simple. Long and brown. I like to look like me, only a little shinier. I know this. However, I for some reason, will try to spice it up like a fool. You know, a little shorter, a little more layered, a little more like so-an-so. Always a mistake. Always. Thus explains the average one year grow out before I go back for my next butchering. GA! There was the time I was blond (um obviously NOT a natural blond), or the bangs (when I was 9 months pregnant, DUH, mistake is an understatement), OH or the time before today when I went in with a sassy photo of Carrie Underwood and came out looking like Russell Brand. Frick!
Happy to report things today were not tragic. I did not get to go as dark as I would have liked due to the new fact that literally every single day my skin gets whiter and pastier, (a small price to pay for growing a healthy human, but still, PASTY, ew.) So shiny, cleaned up and just fresh is what I walked away with. The teenager in me felt a like whaaa-waaaa, lame-o, but the Linda that has to deal with looking at myself everyday appreciated the simplicity and familiarity. All in all, not a terrible experience. But don't get me wrong, when I left I still told her I would call her for my next appointment.
if only all haircuts could be this simple!
P.S. course not posting a photo of myself. in addition to the dread of the chop, I even more DREAD the style. Its never how I (or my cowlick) would prefer to have it done. And, as soon as I see anyone reach for the 1" barrel curling iron, I feel myself start to gag. Pretty sure the 1" has been retired in most places, but you know Cheyenne, its still lurking in salons everywhere, for sentimental value if nothing else I'm sure. ick, pass.
