I haven't had a haircut or color since February 9th. In the land of living on a tight budget, I can justify this. In the land of working on the professional side of beauty PR...not so much. We had a campfire last night so when I pulled my hair out of its pony this morning, not only did it smell like burnt marshmallows but it was HUGE. You can't even see the top of it here but I'm tired and I think you get the idea.
I don't need a lot. I'm liking it long at the moment but a trim and something to fix the inch and a half of roots would be good. The necessities are a creative accountant and potentially a circus groomer.