You know, a lot of people gave me grief about how my DH and I used to travel 2+ hours to get our hair cut. We found a lady we loved, and despite the fact that we moved, we still wanted to have our hair cut well. To me, this makes sense. To the rest of humanity, it was rediculous.
Well, I hope all the naysayers are happy. We decided to find a place around here. Now my hair is an inch shorter (which does not bode well with a woman who has been struggling to grow it out for 14 months) and I look like a mushroom. And she did some stupid thing with the angle so now the layers in the back of my hair are more extreme than the ones in the front (ie the puff in the back of my head is on top, whereas the puff on the sides of my face is more around my ears.)
I can't even get it into a poneytail.
I know a good thing when I see it, and if that means I have to drive almost 3 hours to get to it, then so be it.
And for the record, my DH (who was the one complaining about driving 3 hours) is also unhappy with his cut.
Do I need to say it? Yes, I think I do.
I. Told. You. So.
I am working on another baby sweater. The little boy who is getting the brown sweater has a sibling on the way to I figured I'd just knit up an infant sized sweater quickly and send them both together. No need in making babies feel left out when they first come into the world. I'll post pictures on Sat.
As for you, enjoy the end of the week. I'll post again Sat, tomorrow is another silly drive to and from NJ for work orientation.