I needed a haircut SO bad. It had been months since anyone touched my hair... the ends were damaged... it was too long... blah blah blah. See? (Sorry, no makeup)
SOOO, I decided to try a new salon in town. I wanted the ends trimmed about an inch or two and then cut so it would frame my face.
D was the gentleman that cut my hair (LOVE HIM)... he sat me in the chair and said "What do you want me to do?"
I said, "Make me beautiful. Cut off the dead ends and do what you want."
He asked other questions like, "Are you opposed to using a straight iron? (no)", "I can do anything? (sure)", "Positive? (ummm-- yeah)"
He tells me to lean my head down and
Bug was with me (she got highlights and an adorable cut - another post). She was sitting in a chair behind me and I could see her reflection in the mirror. When he took that first cut, her mouth dropped open and then she grimaced. My heart LURCHED.
Then I heard a sort of ripping sound at my ear. I jerked my head up and almost all the hair on the side of my head was gone.
D was grinning and said "You OK?"
I just said "fine".
The thoughts running through my head were "this is just like America's Next Top Model... the girls cry... you won't cry... it is only hair... OMG what have I done... what if I hate it... can I style this... it will grow out... the girls on ANTM do ok..."
He turned the chair around to work on the other side and this is what I saw on the floor.
I liked it. It is totally different than anything else I have ever had. I did heave a huge sigh of relief though... at one point he had put gel in his hands and was scrunching up the hair on the back of my head. I laughed and said "Oh thank god. I thought you were giving me the Kate Goselin there for a minute." He said "Oh, honey. I would NEVER do that to anyone!" tee hee