Faithfully, I returned to June at the end of the summer to finally get all my hair cut off. I've been hankering to cut my hair boy-short for months now, but I refrained due to my summer job at a conservative-ish place.
Upon liberation from the shackles of employment, I promptly booked an appointment with my hair magician and counted down the minutes until I would have, as she calls it, "phantom hair".
Like I've said previously, June knows what the heck she's doing. So usually I just come in with some half-formed barely coherent ideas on what I want, and just let her go with it. True artists should not have their styles cramped.
We had some awesome conversation while she snipped and buzzed, and I left an hour later with the haircut I'd been dreaming about for six months. I really am running out of positive adjectives to use on this woman. She deserves them all.
So until I fully master the English language (as if that's ever going to happen), I will stick with a simple: Thank you again, June!