Getting my hair cut is always a nerve-wracking experience for me. It's been ages since I've had a hairdresser I really trusted. My hair is tricky. I've had too many bad haircuts in my day. The biggest problem is hairdressers who don't realize how curly it is (because I've had it pulled back or whatever) until they start cutting. They then get all excited, say something like "oh, we can bring this curl out!" and next thing you know, I look like Dolly Parton.
It's a frightening experience, let me tell you.
Anyway, C suggested I try his hairdresser, so I did. And he was great. We'll see what it looks like tomorrow morning when I have to "style" it myself, but I have a strong hunch that it'll be a good cut. And he was kind enough to blow-dry it out straight for me, so I got to have nice soft swishy hair for a while.
It was wonderful. I love having soft straight hair. I (almost) wish I were the kind of woman who gets up early enough in the morning to actually "do" her hair... but sleep is just too precious.
This entirely superficial post brought to you by good hair and the letter "J".