Hair today...

I went to 3 Q cut today. That's pronounced san-kyu or Thank-you! I haven't had my hair cut since last July. I don't particularly like getting my hair cut. Nothing like sitting captive in a chair looking full face at yourself for 15 minutes to make you feel old and unattractive. I always think I should put make-up on before I go for a haircut. Dark circles, deep ridges in my forehead, pale lips; isn't there something I can do to magically transform me? Hmmmm.

San Q is a 1000 yen haircut place. That's about 10 bucks and you don't even tip! My logic is that if someone is going to butcher my hair, I don't want to pay a lot for it. I've joined the "you have to be my race to understand how to cut my hair" club. You know, Asian women want Asian hairstylists, African-American women want African-American hairstylists, and in my case, I want someone who won't take a razor to my superfine hair and leave me looking like Sid Vicious meets L'il Orphan Annie. (See photo of me and DS1 from July 2008)

My haircut today was acceptable. My hair is now shoulder length instead of chest length. I don't look like a cocker spaniel anymore, but the guy took the feathering scissors to my hair. I'm guessing in July, I will have frizzy mop hair. At this point, I just don't care.