Since the 1970s, I have been a hair cut snob. That's when my brother married his first wife, who was an amazing hair stylist. It was wonderful to be 15 and have your own personal "cosmetologist", as we called it back then. She started me on the "Dorothy Hamill" look. Oh my gosh - loved it loved it loved it. In fact, I think nearly every hair cut I have had since then has been some variation of that. Do NOT, however, put me in the category of women in their 40s and 50s who still wear Farrah Fawcett Wings.
NEVER had them, and I seriously die when I see them today.
Ok wait - I think I did have those bangs for a year or two, but that was IN the 70s, not in the 90s or the 00s. Geesh.
That sister in law spoiled me. I have been a snob ever since. Every time I move to a new location, I am very nervous until I find that hair stylist - the one who gets me and gets my hair. Living in South Korea brought on the biggest challenge ever! I stooped so low as to grow it out and get a......stacked perm. Yes I did! It was 1991 - didn't know any better. Before moving back to the USA, I did chop it off again for a bit. Other challenges have included various hair stylists from church - usually ones that I knew would move away after hubbies' grad schools. I couldn't even take a chance on getting attached to them, for they would leave me...stranded and alone.
I have lived in this town for 13 years now and I have gone through 4 stylists and I am now on #5. I have found her! I LOVE JULIE! There, I said it. She gave me the most perfect hair cut since about 20 years ago. I am in heaven. And yes....it looks a little Dorothy Hamill-ish. But, it is NOT Farrah-ish at all.
Apologies to my nieces who do hair - if I lived close to you, I promise I would go to you!