The day Fantastic Sam's saved me from my psychotic Britney breakdown.

I have this thing about my hair.

I care about it. A lot, okay? But I mean, don't we all?

You'd think that someone who cares an awful lot about their hair would take care of it and get it trimmed on the regular. In fact, every 6-8 weeks to be specific. Right?

Wrong.

And you know why? Let me tell you.

Because the last time I got my hair "trimmed" 7 months ago {yes, 7 months!}, I was scarred!

I am very particular with the amount of hair that can be trimmed in one sitting.

I try my hardest to emphasize: "just a liitttttllleeeee bit trimmed off. Just a LITTLE BIT, MA'AM!"

So on this particular day, I walked in to the salon with long, luscious hair that was in need of a tiny touch up. I did my usual spiel, sat back, and watched the horror happen.

Somehow this lady managed to CHOP FOUR INCHES OFF!

And okay, fine, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but people, I paid $115 for that crap!?

Oh heeeck no. I was pissed.

But what could I say? The damage was done. No going back. Literally. Never again.

So 7 months later, I managed to get the length that I was missing back.

But going 7 months without a trim also brought many o' split ends into my life.

And those split ends were driving me crazy. Crazy, I tell you!

I finally know what Britney Spears went through, because let me tell you: 

I had a very similar moment of a slight psychotic snap.

I was sitting at my desk, staring at my damaged hair and I just couldn't take it anymore!

I saw a very damaged section and I became overwhelmed, so I just CHOPPED IT OFF!

And man, was that freeing.

For about 3 seconds. 

And then I said, {and I imagine Britney said the same thing} 

"Oh shizzle, what have I done?"

And just in case you don't believe me, 

here I am, with my hair chopped and a slight crazy look in my eye:

When the realization hit me of what I'd just done, I knew I had to go get a cut. Stat.

But I refused, refused to go to any salon that cost $100 for a stupid hair cut.

So you know where I went?

Fantastic Freaking Sam's.

And you know what else?

It was the best haircut of my life!

Not only did it just cost me $20 for a cut and a deep condition, but I also had my very own Korean lady named Sun who just got me. You know what I'm saying?

I told her exactly what I wanted and she delivered just that. No ifs, ands, or buts.

Maybe it was a Korean thing, but she was all about finding out who the real Michelle was.

She asked about my job and my family.

She even asked about Fasha. So I told her all about him and his new wife, Princess Sophia.

She wanted to see pictures. So I obliged.

...

You know what she said in that cute little Korean accent of hers about this picture of Fasha?

"Ooh..he's cuuuuttteee......he like playing guitar or something like that?"

Yes, Sun. Yes, he does like playing guitar...or something like that.

You know what she said about this picture of Princess Sophia?

"Mm...She tries to be sexy, doesn't she?"

Well, wouldn't YOU when wearing this hat on your head, Sun?

...

Anyway, all I can say is: I learned a valuable lesson.

I do not need to pay an arm and a leg for a haircut that I'm just going to be unhappy with.

I can pay $20 and basically have the time of my life with a superb cut.

I couldn't grab Sun's card fast enough.

I will be back in promptly 6-8 weeks.

...

xoxo