Last May my hair dresser moved to Florida. I’m sad to say I still have not replaced him. I’ve gone over eight months now without a haircut!
Growing up, I loathed haircuts. I’m not exactly sure as to why, but when my mom would tell me about an upcoming hair appointment, I’d pout all day about it. Sometimes, I’m ashamed to say, there were even tears of indignation involved. Without a designated hair dresser right now, I seem to have revisited this childish aversion to haircuts.
Meg keeps casually bringing it up, which in sister code means: you need a haircut as soon as possible. After seeing a recent picture of myself taken from behind, seeing the start of visible split-ends are enough to make me agree with her and want to find a new hair dresser–stat!
All my fellow San Diegans: where do you get your hair cut? I’m dyeing (a little hair related pun) for your recommendations!
It made me curious … all our readers near and far: How often do you get your hair cut?
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