Lack of decent hairstylists in Iowa

Oh the frightfulness of getting your hair done. I do envy anyone who lives in a trendy knowing, hair cutting city. I certainly don’t. I should have known that moving to Iowa would be a challenge when it came to my ever changing hair needs. I’ve been so patient and good about leaving my hair alone for the past six months. But the need for change became overpowering and I just had to get it trimmed. I went in wanting a bob, but a longer version of my cute bob that was posted further down. That way I could have a cute style, yet still keep the locks long for the husband. I have a rule of thumb; I never get my hair cut by someone who does not have cute hair themselves. But today I made an exception. You see this gal that cut my hair works out at the gym I go to and is in several of the cycling and ab classes I attend. She’s super sweet and most of my fellow gym friends go to her. But her hair is bleached out blond, long and puffy. I’m not a puffy hair girl, no offense to those that are. Anyway, the cut didn’t turn out the way I was expecting. You have the bob type cut, and the back is suppose to be an even cut, but she added in these long wispy type things to the bottom of it. It’s just weird. I had her trim it up once, but that still didn’t improve it. And she had another client waiting for her to finish, so I didn’t want to be a nuisance. So after the second trim I just left it. So I won’t be posting a picture, my hair really isn’t post-worthy right now. The real challenge in all of this will be convincing Tom that another haircut is the only solution.