It was a hectic summer for me. My sister and sister-in-law were both married, my husband started a new career which led to us relocating and my little man started school. There was no me time. It had been three months since I visited a salon. When I realized I couldn’t get my comb through my hair and it consisted of three various shades of red, I scheduled a salon appointment. For me it’s always nerve-racking going to a new stylist. You never know if they know what they’re doing or if you’ll leave with a terrible style. My husband kept insisting to me that bangs are back in style. Nice subtle hint dude. Great, additional added stress. All I could think of as I stepped into the salon was “I hope this girl know how to color, cut in a straight line and not give me mushroom...
