Oh, no, YOU DIDN'T!
Oh, yes, I DID! But what was I thinking!?!
A huge pile of my hair after a radical shearing by a friend of mine. Pictured on a vintage TV tray with barber scissors and wide-toothed comb. I'm not sure if the scale is apparent here, but this was a really tall, thick pile of hair. I felt a little frantic when I saw how much there was on the tray and how little there now is on my head!
Seriously, I had waaay too much hair and hadn't been to the hairdresser in over a year. I am totally salon-phobic so I decided to ask Bev to cut my hair (since she does her own and it always looks great) and we have similar type hair in that it has some natural curl.
I haven't had a decent stylist since I left Massachusetts in 1998! I've even flirted with the idea of flying up there and having Kris cut my hair for me. She was the absolute best and toward the end worked out of her home with a toddler in tow. I didn't even mind wetting my hair in her kitchen sink. I could sit down and relax with the awareness that what she did was perfect for my wants and needs. Oh, do I miss her!!!
I can find no one in my town (not that there isn't someone; I've just not been lucky enough to encounter them) who will cut my hair the way I like it. I want layers. L A Y E R S ! ! ! I want fullness and volume; I want it a little messy; I don't want sleek, bone straight lank lengths hanging off my skull. And it irks me to pay $35 dollars for a horrible haircut! It happens over and over again: I tell the stylist what I want and even bring pictures! Then she/he cuts it the way they want. Then they blow dry it removing every bit of natural wave and curl that's in it. What the _ _ _ _?!
So Bev got busy with the shears. It's a little too short now, but much better than it was. And (thank heavens), hair grows back.