I’m getting a hair cut.

It’s going to be dramatic.

It’s going to be new.

It’s going to be worthy of a band wife who works at a coffee shop and wants something upbeat but edgy at the same time.

It’s going to look like this:

I think it’s going to be HAWT.

We have a regular that comes into our shop most days named Kate. She works at Mops (read a great review here). She has gorgeous hair and wonderful bangs. I want bangs, she does bangs, she will give me the bangs and I will love them. Her shop is literally right down the street from where I work and has a phenomenal staff.

One way I know that she will do my hair wonderfully is because she has wonderful hair. And it’s not like spiky or anything like. This may be totally off but one thing I look for in a good stylist is that they haven’t lost so much of their hairstyle from all their experimenting to loose that professional and charming look. Kate has gorgeous hair and she keeps it well maintained. I want to look like her.

She is super sweet every time she comes into work and she still talks to be about making an appointment even though I’ve been telling her I will for the past 5 weeks…I just haven’t had the money.

But next week, come rain or shine or disaster, I’m going to get my hair did and it’s gonna look hawt. Just like Reese. But Reese it slightly more attractive than me so I’m a tad nervous it won’t completely go with my facial features.

Luckily I told Kate this is what I wanted and she said it would be perfect.

I feel giddy.

Now to get my Zumba on so that I can get that Reese body…after I go out for some great Thai with my sweet hubby and the pop-in-law who’s chillin at our place for the next couple days.

Lovies