The beginning of the afternoon was a little surreal, though...
"So, what are you after today, just a trim?"
"Oh, no, we're chopping most of it off." I braced myself for the inevitable Oh, no, you are not cutting off all that hair, which, fortunately, didn't come. It grows like a weed. I last got it cut August 15th, and we took off around four inches. It'll grow back fast enough.
"Oh, okay. So what are you looking for?"
"Out of my face, short enough in the back that I can't ponytail it, and I don't want to have to use a drop of product on it."
"... Oh-kay. Is it naturally curly or is it like that after you blow dry it?"
"... ... I don't?" I'd honestly forgotten for a minute that there are people who do blow dry their hair; I haven't owned a hair dryer since... California, maybe? Which was 2000.
*blink* "Oh, um, okay."
"What you see here is what I've got. I don't do a thing to it."
And after that it was fine, other than they really wanted to play with my hair (the instructor at the end asked "Can't I put just a little bit of product in it?" "You could, but I'm just going to go home and shower it out.")
Anyhow. Short version: great haircut, feels much better, odd being reminded how un-girly I am.
