Blow My God, I finally got my hair cut today. And I no longer look like Cousin It.

I have been putting off getting my straight, all-one-length, fine hair cut for EVER. Like maybe over a year? (I know, I know…) But last night I told Mr. Plain to just make me do it today. Because I never would have made the time and gone out and done it otherwise.

And here’s why

I hate “salons.” I like doing things like getting a manicure or a pedicure (not that I have done that for years either), but somehow getting my hair cut is different. Probably has a lot to do with having to sit there the whole time staring at myself!

I just can’t stand going to the uber-hip salons. I either feel out of place, or I spend the whole time internally rolling my eyes at the cool dudes running the joint. No matter what, those places give me the hives.

But good thing for me, I live 3 minutes away from a low-key salon that looks like it was furnished in the 70s and never updated. I like it because it is so MELLOW!

And because it is called “The Hairshaper’s Club”

Isn’t that an awesome name? I don’t know if it is a chain or just a single store, but I always think they must sell toupees and merkins in a dark back room.

And I’ve now found the best hair stylist ever — she gave me a great scalp massage and then DID NOT talk my ear off! I love that more than I can express in mere words! I really hate it when the person cutting your hair just will not stop talking, asking you questions, remarking on the weather, and generally distracting me from my nice quiet moments away from noise (a.k.a. kids).

But I came so close to getting my worst nightmare!

First, I heard another hairdresser telling his client about, get this, how this guy he kind of knew just committed suicide.

Then.

A customer was talking about some horrible child sexual abuse case. Fortunately I was almost done at this point, but I almost leapt out of my chair and knocked some sense into him.

Who raised these people??

So you want to see the results, huh?

OK, it is nothing earth-shattering. She took off about 4 inches just as I asked, and I love it!

(And thanks to Joe My God for inspiring this post title. Every. Single. Time. I read his blog title I laugh, but then I’m simple like that.)