So, the chick pins up all my hair and wets it down, then hauls over an instructor (I go to a beauty school, for verily, I am
And to the chick's credit, she does. She gets most of the way through, and then she's like "So! How's this? ... A little shorter?" "Yea, shorter. Please." "Okay, I just didn't want to take too much off." For the love of muffins, woman, I have photographic evidence that you can't get too short, and I showed it to you. Chop, chop. :)
I eventually (mostly) got what I wanted, an hour and $10 later. It feels great. No more hair in my face when I'm running or first thing in the morning or in class as my ponytail disintegrates. (Well, until it grows again. @#$@#$.)
Pictures, eventually, when I'm home. I'm at school, wrestling with old dead white German men.