After 8 months of impatiently waiting for my hair to get longer so I could cut it all off again, I got it cut yesterday. Hooray.
I like the somewhat asymmetrical nature of the result, although I’m not sure the stylist intended it. But it makes me feel slightly edgier and less like a dowdy mother of almost 3 children.
And while I often say that getting my hair done – whether by a professional or simply by my boys running their grimy little fingers through it – is one of the most relaxing things in the world to me, chatting with the stylist (or not chatting with the stylist) makes the whole experience a little less relaxing. I want to be sociable. I want to have a nice chat with the lady telling me how wonderfully my head is shaped and how cute this cut is going to be on me. But trying to make that happen stresses me out. As does not trying to make that happen.
Are you chatty when you go to a salon? Or do you prefer to let the pro do his/her work in silence?