I'm breaking down and getting a haircut today. I'm way overdue - again. I don't know what it is about getting my hair cut that makes me drag it out. I'm all like 'meh' until I notice myself pulling it into a ponytail every damn day and then I need it cut NOW. This time around it's been like 5 months - and I need a cut so bad I almost whacked it off myself yesterday. "Hand me the scissors and to hell with looking good!" Yah, didn't go there. Thank goodness.
Maybe it's that I haven't really had a good haircut in 9+ years. When I lived in Utah, there was this one gal who did an awesome job on my hair - and then she moved. She was the last great haircut I had. The Utah gal after her was so-so. My first beautician in Colorado should've changed her sign to say "Butcher". Then I found another gal who was alright, but she moved. And her replacement was so-so.
I'm totally dying for a good cut. But I'm not getting my hopes up.
And it's not like I get anything difficult done. Cut it like whatever picture I bring in for you. I even try to get big pictures with good definition so you can see how the cut should be done. And for 9+ years, I've walked out with hair that looks nothing like the pic I gave her.
A few years back I took the Kid to Walmart and she got this guy, Daylen. He was wicked awesome. Her hair was wicked awesome, too. And he was fun. I wanted him to be my sassy gay friend. (Out and proud in the NE plains of Colorado, bless his heart.) But I didn't need a haircut that day and he was never there when I went back.
So, today, I'm headed to the Walmart here. We'll see what happens. If I'm lucky, I'll come out looking like this:
(only darker with gray because I don't color my hair.)
If I'm not lucky, I'll come out like this:
Keep your fingers crossed.