This morning, I had my long-time hairstylist chop off 6+ inches of my hair! I’ve been wanting to do it for a long time now, but since it costs so much I tried to wait as long as possible. My birthday seemed like the perfect excuse– instead of presents, I told Jesse, I just wanted to have my hair and nails done. Anything to combat the frumpy momma syndrome!
One of the things I love about going to the same hairstylist for the last 3 years is that we have a history. She knows the styles I’ve tried, what I’ve liked and disliked, how my hair behaves, etc. Our conversations are also nice because she had a baby 2 years ago. She couldn’t get enough of G’s pictures, and even brought along a baby present for me to our appt.!
So, what could be just a haircut actually turns into a relaxing 2 hours getting pampered and chatting with another mom! What would I do without Julie to babysit for me?