Today I have a haircut appointment.
I LOVE getting my hair cut. You can read why I wear it short here. When we moved, I dreaded having to look for someone new. Most haircutters either have no clue how to work with my hair or don't want to cut it as short as I like it.
But I lucked out and found the perfect one on the first visit. Even better, she's only a few blocks from my house. My hair grows fast, and I have it cut every four weeks. I should go every three, but I deal with it during that last week. Money and time. You know.
But back to why I love getting a haircut. Bottom line, it makes me feel like a queen. Sort of like a massage, only a treat that is a need and not a want. From the time I walk in until the time I walk out, I'm pampered. And when I walk out, I look better. Something that doesn't happen with a massage.
What more could a girl ask for?
Well, a lot, but I'm trying to be real here.