Ever since my last horrifying haircut, I decided I was going to try the new stylist at the salon I frequent. I checked ahead, found out she was working yesterday, and went in. My usual one, Diana, said she couldn't take me today and I said "But is Cailtin available?" And she said she was in half an hour, so I said fine. Ended up being closer to an hour and a half, but it was worth it. When I was in the chair, I explained how I didn't really know what I wanted but could tell her what I didn't want and that I didn't really understand how I kept ending up with haircuts I didn't like. Well, it turns out that Caitlin's been horrified by what Diana does to my hair, too! She said that every time she saw her do my hair, she cringed! But D's the manager, so it's not like she could say anything. She went on and on, how 90's it was, how it was a mullet, how it wasn't feminine, how bad the layering was and that it was overcoloured! So I'm obviously done with Diana! I'm glad to discover that it wasn't just me, that I was actually getting awful haircuts. And apparently C noticed my look of desperation when I asked if she was available. :) So now it's much cuter and on its way to looking good. Right now the layers are too short and it has to grow out, but at least I'm on the right track, at loooooong last. Thank god for Caitlin.