Thursday, September 8, 2011
Taming the 'do.
I bit the bullet. I've finally taken my foot waaaaay out of Utah and planted it firmly in Boston. I've committed to getting a hair cut in Boston. And I like what the stylist did! Fortunately.
She chopped off about 3 inches of dead and gross split ends. She trimmed and reshaped my whack-job bangs. She blew my hair out perfectly and then flat-ironed it. And of course it's a rainy and humid and awful day for straight hair. But that's okay. We're en route to the land of dry heat. To the land of no humidity. To the land of perfect hair. I am not even kidding. My hair behaves so well when we're in Utah. It's a wonderful thing.
Does choosing a new hairstylist give you anxiety? Yep. Totally.