…what’s the unspoken rule on that?

You see, on the morning of my sister’s wedding, which was about an hour’s drive from my home, my Mum booked me in at a hairdressers to get my hair done.  Instead of just getting a blow dry and some hair spray, I actually ended up getting a trim and *gasp* she also cut in a fringe for me. It’s impossible to hide, it’s there on my forehead and when I go back to my regular hairdresser, she’s going to know that I … saw someone else.

Is it weird that I feel disloyal?

I mean, my hairdresser absolutely saved my hair after I got back from Japan in February this year – she made it so I didn’t have to wear a beanie every time I wanted to leave the house. She cut it and coloured it and made it look absolutely brilliant and upped my self-esteem tenfold at the same time. Incidentally, she’s also made enough money off me for a downpayment on a new car, but hey, she’s very good.

But … the other hairdresser was also very good! All I said was, please give me some body and a fringe and she just went snip-snip, poof! and it was fabulous! Exactly what I wanted! She even managed to hide my regrowth, a very impressive feat since I am waaay overdue to get my roots done.

Perhaps it’s a good thing she works an hour away from me, or this one-appointment-stand may have turned into a full-blown affair. Am I crazy? I did a quick google search and it appears that I am not the first one to wonder about cheating on my hairdresser – at least I didn’t go to someone else in the same salon, now that’s a little harsh.

What do you think about this? Maybe it’s a girl thing. Or maybe it’s just a Katie thing.

Or maybe… I’m just crazy?