Argh!

I feel I've been pretty darn flexible with my new move. I've shopped at new places, bought groceries at the town market, moved into a PO Box, and live an hour from anywhere. I've changed doctors (ok, not orthodontists) and dropped out of school (ok, not really). But what on earth am I supposed to do about my hair?

Let me go back and brief you on my hair history. Without getting into the gory details, I've been mean and daring with my hair throughout my life. After 8 too many bad haircuts, I went where Natalie went... because she had gorgeous hair and wouldn't let anyone near her hair with a pair of scissors that she did not trust with her life. So I went to Revive (kudos, just ask me where) and have never gone anywhere since. This was four haircuts ago. I don't get my hair cut often enough, but we wont discuss that right now.

So I've done a little research on the web, and have come to this conclusion: I'm terrified of getting my hair cut up here. I don't know anyone who gets their hair cut up here (not anyone I'd want my hair to look like anyway). It's gotten so long, and it's been behaving in the drier air (or is it the water?) and I don't want to ruin it's good karma by bringing it in to a stranger who might have less than pure thoughts about my hair. I could end up with a bob. Or a mullet. Or really short hair. Seriously.

I think my answer is to just wait until I'm back in San Diego again. My hair appointments will have to coincide with my orthodontist appointments. I've tried really hard to assimilate to the life up here, but my hair and my teeth are different. They're sacred, and can't be screwed up. Goodness.

I hope my hair guy knows what he's done.