A Real Haircut...sort of

So Tuesday night I went over to my friend Shelley's house to help her with her Christmas tree. Angela, who is a hair stylist, also helped. I asked Angela for a quick trim in exchange for a shoulder rub. She's a sucker for massage and I hate spending money for a haircut since they have been practically free for almost six years (because I worked in a hair salon/spa and traded for haircuts). In Shelley's kitchen, Angela worked some magic. She cleaned up the mullet-about-to-form back of my hair and then made my bangs all cute. Since March I have only had one "real" haircut and that was five minutes and five bucks in the chair to clean up my neck-region. I shaved my head and that saved me a lot of money on haircuts but it was past time for me to get a real haircut (I had been trimming my own hair with paper-cutting scissors which infuriates Angela when I tell her).
I have made the decision to not color my hair (because I can't afford it), grow it out a little and pay Angela for "real" haircuts ($60) every 8 weeks or so. I love my hair short but I need the damaging effects of hair color to help with styling my short hair so since I can't afford color, I can't afford short hair.
Maybe one day I will go bald again...it was the epitome of low maintenance.


above photo March 8th, 2006

I was trying to get a new picture of my hair and asked Devon to help and this is what I got:

You can still get a little glimpse of my new cute cut. Devon is currently heckling me about my blog about my hair...boys just don't understand so I put silly pictures up of him to get even :)