The only thing I go to salons for is to have my hair cut. I don't have my nails done, I don't get hair treatments (I think these two so far are pretty obvious), and I especially don't let other people do my makeup—not even for my wedding.
And so it makes me very very upset (#hulksmash) when I finally decide to let go a little—after about a year of cutting my own hair—and the professional i was counting on still gives me freshly harvested rice fields when I specifically asked for a very particular (i.e., Carey Mulligan) pixie cut.
I had used all possible aids—pictures, descriptions, a wig—to help my case, but somehow did not get through. I still walk out of the salon looking as if someone was holding a clipper behind me when a firecracker went off.#
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