So, off to the salon I went. It's where I usually go when a problem gets beyond my control. Better than the local bar or Krispy Kreme, right? My stylist doubles as a therapist and I always walk out feeling pretty. What's not to love?
Despite the fact I'm pregnant and therefore supposed to be irrationally sensitive and moody about my appearance, I don't regret hacking off about 10 inches of hair at ALL. In fact, I highly recommend it.