I never plan a hair cut. Never. Ask Jessica, I will call her at work at like 5 pm and be like, I am thinking about cutting my hair, and then the next day she sees me and my hair is different. I think it's the only way I can do it. The funny thing is, I am usually a big planner. But when it comes to my hair, I have to do it spur of the moment, or I never get around to it. I just space it.
So on Friday at 5 p.m. I was looking at old pictures of myself, and my bangs from about six months ago, and thought. "What the heck." I figured my hair needed a trim (a five inch trim) and thought bangs would be fun for the holiday's. I told myself if they couldn't get me in, I would hold off. I called two places who basically laughed at me and told me they didn't have any openings and then I called Lunatic Fringe on 11th (love the lunatic fringe) and they got me in forty five minutes later. I loved the stylist! If you need a good recommendation for one, I have her card. Awesome. Plus a perfect way to end the week with a scalp massage. Now my hair is a bit shorter (She said I had the longest hair she had ever cut. I never really look at it, but it was almost down to my bee-hind.) and I cut me some bangs again.
So here it is. Sorry about the silly picture, I am at work and it's the best I could do.