Chop chop chop
Its better for me to have the least amount of time between making a hair appointment to actually having it. I scare myself out of getting my hair cut a lot of times. It still gets cut, just not as much as I had
first planned when I called to get an appointment. I know its a little thing to be worried over, hair does grow after all. But theres always the fear that the scissors will slip or something wrong will happen. Where as if I only have a day before, very little time for me to even think about it. This happened this past week, I made an appointment at the beginning of the week for today. I tried to get more than one person to come with me for moral support because I began to back up in my head. No dice. My only treat to myself to “get my through” the process was Starbucks (soy tea misto).
The best part to me of getting my hair cut is that someone plays with my hair for an hour. Notice how they do that first thing finger your hair, asking what you want done, then massage it as they wash it. It eases my mind back to the fact its a good idea to cut my hair. A friend of mine is my hair dresser. I think it helps comfort me that someone I know playing with my hair over someone I dont know. Though if she does cut it in a way I hate then I might be in some serious trouble. But so far, that hasnt happen, and in return she always puts this conditioner in my hair that makes my hair tingle. Its awesome.


That’s why I DON’T make appointments. I’m much more daring on the spur of the moment.