So I was hella excited to find out that my STL stylist would be in NYC during my visit for the E.P.I.C. Tracee meetup. I called ahead to make an appointment but it wasn't until she arrived at my condo that I spontaneously decided to forgo two inches. So after a quick wash and a very light diffusing, she began snipping away at my undefined, damp hair and I can't lie, I was scurred. I'm talking Michael Richards at an NAACP meeting scared. As she grabbed what seemed to me to be random sections of hair, and as I watched tuft after tuft fall to the floor, my first reaction was to morph into a super diva. I mean, it was like this-
But after talking myself down, I was able to think clearly and rationalize... one, she's a professional, two, it's just hair and it'll grow back (charge it to the game) and three, it would make for great blog content either way! In the end, she killed it and I couldn't be happier.