I have a "perky" new hairstyle which I just love!
There was a time when going to the hairdresser (sorry, I don't know what they're called now) was a scary experience for me. It rated right up there with going to the dentist on the nerve factor scale. (My humble apologies to any dentists out there)
I always was nervous about getting a haircut those first few times with a new person. Once you cut that hair you can't get it back. O.k., nowadays you can buy hair extensions but you couldn't then. Besides, even if they'd had them I doubt if I could have afforded them.
Except for a person or two who had their own idea of how my hair should be cut, I didn't have horrible experiences. Still, I trembled every time I had to go. "What if she cuts it to short this time?" or "What if I look awful?" or "What if she does something different and I don't like it?"
Changing hairdressers was even worse. You either had to quit going to the shop entirely or feel guilty every time you ran into "her" on your way to the new "her."
I would not want to be a hairstylist. For one thing, I have no talent for it and if you saw my hair you'd know it. This is not a slam on who cuts my hair. I am just not so great at styling it afterwards. For another thing, people are very picky about their hair.
See? This is what a hairstylist has to put up with. What a terrifying thing to cut someone's hair, knowing that you can either make them very happy or very mad or very sad. To much pressure.
That's why I am very thankful for my friend who cuts my hair. She is a very brave woman.