I went and got all my hair chopped off today. I am talking a good 3 1/2 inches worth. Sweetness. This remedies last year's horrendous color f**kup that had me looking like Annie for 24 hours before I could get to the salon. Had to wear hat, sunglasses and big puffy coat just to zip to the beer store, in case I ran into someone. Anyhoo, I have gone to this gal, her name is Teeny, (yes, Teeny and she is too. Very cute) many times and I have never had a bad haircut by her EVER. Here's the thing. I dive into full panic mode every time I get a haircut. And since I have a moderate case of panic disorder as it is, one more place where I have an attack is a bit much for me to handle. I have no idea why this happens, it's like I don't trust her even though I so totally do! WTF? But it happens about halfway through the drying process, and my brain is going "It's not looking right, it's sucking, it's not straight enough" yadda yadda. And then, as usual, she finishes and it looks marvelous and I have no clue why I was sweating it for the last half hour. There has to be a solution to this but I haven't discovered it yet. If anyone has any ideas, please pass them along. Anything to keep from feeling like I just had a hot bath when leaving the salon.
Stylin'..........
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