One month into small town living it was time to get a much needed haircut. Not being a local I chose the salon in town that had the poshest sign. Inside I had my appointment with a young woman who informed me that it was her first week at the salon. Reflecting back on the experience I am fairly confident it was her first week working with hair.
The appointment ended and she showed me the haircut. The front looked okay so I paid my bill and went on my way forgetting to check the back. Not to worry though my husband would soon get home from work and say, "Is it supposed to look like steps in the back?"
I opened my compact mirror and held it in front of my face while my back was facing the bathroom mirror. What a disaster. The haircut was a close second to one I gave myself in middle school. I have no idea why, but for some reason when I was 13 I thought could be my own esthetician and hair stylist. It ultimately resulted in quarter inch bangs and two half shaven eyebrows. While the small town cut was not nearly as bad there was no way I wanted steps on my head.
The next day I called my hair stylist in the city we moved from and drove over five hours to have her salvage my hair. Maybe that was vain of me to do, but at seven months pregnant and 20 pounds heavier I felt like my hair helped me feel attractive for my husband.
So what did I learn from this experience? When you move to a new area don't be shy - next time you see someone with a great haircut ask them where they get their hair done. Trust me, your hair will thank you.
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