The unruly, heavy, tangly mop of a mane I had is gone, allllll gone!
You can't particularly tell in the 'before' photo, but my hair had gotten to be waist-length and impossible to take care of. It's been a bit of a brush-and-go situation lately. But on Sunday, I decided enough was enough, walked into a local salon, claimed a cup of Keurig coffee as my own, took a deep breath, pointed to my collarbone area and said "this short!"
The stylist gave a brisk nod, sent me off to a paradise known as the shampooing chair (eyes open or closed??), and then got to work fifteen minutes later. He took half of my hair in his hands, inspected it, and then snip, six inches of it disappeared. No going back now.
Then, before I knew it, he was cutting and cutting and cutting. In my head, there was a lot of "crap crap crap" going on and a lot of "*@#& what did I do?!"
I was 'iffy' until the very last second when he was done snipping and blowdrying and rubbing styling cream that smelled REALLY GOOD into the ends and straightening and performing magic. And then he gave me a magic mirror and I preened like a peacock, I did.
What do you think?
