I’ve had long, curly hair forever. It has no style, no nothing.
It’s just hair.
I’ve been tempted to grab the scissors every morning (especially when the temperature is over 65-degrees) and just hack it off. My blow dryer is on its last legs, and I hate blasting myself with hot air every morning. I deal with enough of it at work.
That was supposed to be funny. I’ll wait while you laugh.
So I’ve been thinking about going to a salon. You know, where gals gossip and chit-chat and cut hair and do nails and such.
I haven’t had a professional “do” my hair since I was 13-years-old. It was a bad experience, and so I’ve just never gone back.
But lately, I’m bored with the same ol’ same old. Plus, it’s a lot of hair to deal with. Rubber bands are my friend.
Recently, a friend sent me a link to a site that allows you to upload a face-forward photo to “try on” different hair styles. I’ve had a blast trying out the haircuts and colors on some of our staff –
here is Kim:
Cool, right? Well then, I tried it out on me.
In one week, I’m walking into a salon and taking one of these photos with me.
Should I leave it to a vote? I’m a tad scared of scissors and hair dye.
(PS: Yes – my skin is flawless and my teeth glow in the dark – it has nothing to do with the software used.)