Sometimes you really do get what you pay for

You know I'm all about saving a buck. I've actually posted on here many times about our mission to become debt free (which is coming along nicely by the way). But there are a few areas that scrimping is not really worth it!

One of the most challenging things to me about moving has been the "change". I know that change is inevitable and quite obvious when you move. But you do take a lot for granted when you move I think. The doctors that know you before they open your file, your mechanic friend that gives you a good deal, and the school that have familiar hallways just to name a few.

But, there is one area of change that I have really found myself in a panic about and that is my hair. I don't really consider myself "high maintenance" with my looks, but maybe I am more than I realize. I also don't really consider myself "vain", but maybe I am more than I realize. The last time I had a "good" haircut was over a year ago on a trip back to Murray when my old hairdresser did it one last time.

I've tried to be money smart in this area, but it really hasn't done me any good. I ended up with mediocre hair styles, crooked eyebrows, and salon experiences. Because as a stay-at-home mom, part of going to the salon to me is the "experience" too. The last time I got my hair cut, I left in tears and it has been many many years since I've cried about my hair. The lady did not listen to me or even talk to me much for that matter. She hacked my hair off, then exclaimed that she didn't do it like the picture I brought. She ignored me while I was in the chair and talked to the person behind her while using more 4 letter words than a PG-13 movie.

So, it has been 5 months since scissors had touched my hair, because I was having such anxiety about it. I finally bit the bullet and went to a nice salon in town knowing that it was going to cost me. And...it did. But, I called Jamie as I left the salon and said, "That was the best money I have ever spent". She was just so nice and professional that I practically wanted to kiss her. But, I resisted. And, I look at it this way...I don't have to buy diapers anymore, so I can afford to do this for myself. Right?

Chloe's first reaction was, "You look like Shisha (Nisha)". I guess it sort of is along the same lines minus the blond locks. Forgive the terrible photos. I'm not very talented at taking pictures of myself, which is a skill that teenagers have down to an art. My hair doesn't always show up that well in photos either, I've noticed (too dark), but here ya go.