I got a new ‘do.

It may not be a big deal to you, but I’ve been needing a hair cut, a hair taming and an overall hair management course. Just look at this mess.

I was more embarrassed about the visible frizzies than the ridiculous length of my hair. I even asked for your help from all of you, receiving several great ideas to aid in my hair battle.
 

But just taming the frizzy mane wasn’t all that I needed. I had zoomed past the “sexy stage” and into more of the “gross-cut-your-hair” stage.

 

I was more than excited-I would dare say “totally stoked”-when I finally made an appointment to have my mane tamed. As I walked into the salon, my hair was being judged by all the stylists. I just know it. They were murmuring, “Geez, use some hairspray or something. That thing is poking people’s eyes out.”
My good friend and stylist cuts hair at the Aveda salon in the posh part of town. She slathered me up with Aveda products, washed and cut my hair, and even massaged my hands.
The final look of my new haircut may not be radically different in your eyes, but it made me feel like a princess as I walked out of the salon, gathering approving nods and glances from aforementioned stylists.