I went and got my hair done for my birthday last night. I'm one of those people that gives my hairdresser totally control. I figure it is only hair and it will grow back or I can change it if I don't like it. So, when I showed up yesterday here is how the convo went down:
Hairdresser: "so, what are we doing today?"
Me: "I don't know. I want something different. Do what ever you want?"
Hairdresser: "do you want to go lighter? darker?"
Me: "really, i don't care. Surprise me!"
She plays with my hair a little and gets to work. I don't ask what she's doing. I don't know until the color is in, it sets, and my hair is washed and dryed. But in 12 years she's never let me down (except when my hair turned pink when i was prego).
And after she cut my bangs she whispered "Now you have sassy bitch bangs".
And I'll wear them with SASS to!