I decided to go "out on a limb" this week and make an appointment for a real haircut....and coloring.  I wanted some cool highlights; something subtle but more exciting on my head.  So I go into the appointment without telling anyone from work, as I expected it would be a regular lunch hour away from the office.  I chose a "flash foil", which I've never had before, and I knew this would set me back $40, but I wanted it anyway.  What I didn't know was that it would lengthen my visit by about 1 hour!  So I sat and read a magazine as I looked like those salon girls I always scoff at for being so "girly".  I was one of them now. 

I proceeded to the haircut stage of the trip and had the suspicion that my stylist with the valley girl, drawn out end to all her sentences, might not be the most confident with scissors.  She worked and worked and worked at snipping the odd piece of hair here and there that would shoot out of line, but I never felt she had control of the cut.  I wanted an angled bob; in retrospect it is called a "Stacked A-Line Bob", which will be a good note to have.  Long story short, it had been 2 hours when she finally finished with the curly brush and hairdryer (which I'm not so fond of), and when I turned around to look at the back....it was a haircut I could have done myself.  Totally straight across the back bob.  Yuck.  I said "It looks prett good" and paid the straight $80 fee with no tip.  I had to get back to work.

Of course, when I returned to work, everyone noticed the haircut but could care less that I had been gone for it.  So I went for 2 days trying to like this $80 mop on my head.  Then I saw the photo of myself with the marshmallows.  That was the last straw.  I called for an appointment for a "re-shaping" the next day.  

On my next visit, I was relieved to hear that the valley girl wasn't going to be working, so I got one of the owners of the shop instead.  I told her what happened and what I wanted and she immediately took to the spray bottle and gathering and chopping and gathering and chopping.  She practically gave me a brand new haircut and seemed to have complete control over my hair.  She didn't do any of the stray-hair-snip that I find is a tell tale sign of an inexperienced hair stylist.  So whallah, I went from blah, self-cut bob to hoorah, interesting angled bob.  There is something to be said for finding the right person to cut your hair and not just taking a shot in the dark.