After waiting somewhere around.. oh 10 weeks, I finally got a haircut. My friend stays at my apartment every 6 weeks while he’s visiting from Florida to do his clients hair at an old salon I used to work at, and in exchange I get my haircut.
I think it’s a nice arrangement. My hair is so incredibly unruly and difficult to cut, I only trust a very select few to touch it. Now if only getting my haircut didn’t involve making the apartment look like a chinchilla blew up in it.
It’s about time! I feel like a new woman.
(almost) Nothing beats a new haircut.