Crisis Averted

If you were paying attention, you'll know I posted about my anxiety attack over my scheduled hair cut. As luck would have it, there was little anxiety necessary!

This was the back of my hair, before leaving:

Healthy, but way too long for my tastes anymore. Besides, it had gotten so heavy that there was no volume left in the top at all.

Now, the back is light and airy (although the picture is a little dark. Blame Scott. I do) with much more of my natural curl apparent:

You couldn't even see the message across the top of the back of my t-shirt in the other picture. I forgot to ask the stylist, but I'm guessing in the end I lost about 5 inches off the back.

The real prize, though--the reward for all my freaking out before going--is the brilliant cut I received.



I absolutely love it! When I sat in the chair, the stylist could see my fear and promised me the best haircut of my life. I told him in a shaky voice that it wouldn't really be much of a stretch to accomplish such, but he was a trooper and totally lived up to his promise.

Now my only worry is that when our company announces our next assignment this summer, they'll move us too far away to keep seeing this stylist. That would certainly be my luck!