I'd been threatening to do something like this for months, and finally got around to it.

Admittedly, this photo is slightly inaccurate, since I had a trim shortly thereafter:

Amy, photo by Suzan
at Midtown, Atlanta, Georgia, United States by domesticat.

I was ready for a change, and when a co-worker with very curly hair showed up with a great cut, I asked her for her stylist's name: Bobbie. I scheduled an appointment before I could change my mind, and even as I walked in the door of the salon, I wasn't sure what I wanted to do.

She was skater-punk and tattooed, and had a simple, tousled, comfortable-looking haircut. We talked about what had gone right -- but mostly wrong -- in prior haircuts. I showed her my driver's license photo to give her an idea of how much my hair curled when handled well. I mentioned that I was looking for a change, but had a family wedding in a month and a half, and needed to make sure that I was salvageable by then.