You don't. At first. And then, it's as natural as one coat of amber colored mascara. My story begins here.

I moved to a new city nine months ago. While this type of transition can be difficult, nothing is as excruciating as replacing the perfect hair stylist. Don't ask me why, but I've always had a thing for owners. Completely by default. It was always just a natural hook up. A friend of a friend's recommendation and then, poof, he's mine! So you can imagine how hard it was for me to leave Chris. After a seven year relationship, the only advantage of moving is the ability to play the field. I am sure you agree, this sort of thing is analogous to dating.

So, I've been "dating" stylists (only two) here in my new city for months. First there was Amy. She was great, in the beginning. And while she can cut hair like nobody's business, she lacks the listening skill, which is ever so important when discussing one's hair. The first date involved just a trim - easy feat. Second, cut and highlights. I asked for no stripes, just a beautiful blend of natural-looking color. But l left with stripes. The third visit, I was tinkering with the thought of bangs. And against my better judgment, she convinced me that bangs cut straight across my forehead would be sexy (yikers!). So not sexy on me. Let me assure you, that was living hell. And still is, quite frankly. I also expressed my concern about the stripes from the last highlight. But guess what? I left with stripes yet again.

Then there was Edward. I admit, I cheated on Amy in between cuts (clearly, though, two visits did not constitute a relationship). Thanks to Laney, my first visit to Edward was shortly after he opened and involved a simple cut. He has this fabulous salon located in a chic community that offers so much more than haircutting services ... which has me thinking I could spend an entire day here if warranted (think SPA!). I was treated to a lovely scalp massage while being shampooed (I might have dozed off for a minute but I am pretty sure we were having a great conversation, too). He cut and blow dried my hair in 45 minutes ... and I had one of those moments where I thought to myself, hmmm - where can I go today to show off my hair? Edward picked out some shampoo and conditioner for me and a young lady checked me out - or rung me up, whatever. She told me the total and I about fell over. Chris spoiled me for seven years with ridiculously low rates. How was I ever to adjust, I thought. But I happily paid and made my way home. My first thought was, wow, that was a lot. But my second thought (and overpowering, of course) was that Edward made me feel like a woman! And you can't really put a price on that. Besides, he said all the right things. Like how he would color my hair and how to style long, layered bangs (which I had at that time - and he certainly forewarned me against the cut-straight-across-the-forehead type of bangs). On my second visit and after he saw the big bang mistake, he worked his magic and I walked out of there convinced that Edward is the one for me!

Hair is seriously a big deal for women. My friend, Suzie, and I were just talking about this tonight over our pink drink. She pays the same amount. And you know what? It's worth it. So there's your justification.

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