7th Ring Of Holy Hair Fires

I need a haircut. NEED, not want, not desire, NEED. I run my hands through my locks and loose hair cascades from my head, forming a carpet at my feet. I have split ends. They are bad enough that I am fairly certain bloggers in Canada can see them without the aid of a telescope. At the moment it is hanging wild from my head, thick long and heavy. I am putting forth a Herculean effort to keep me from marching into the most convenient hair palace and paying them to butcher my head. It's been over two years since Ive had a decent haircut so I'm 99.8% sure that things would turn out badly.

For a while now, I have been making a concerted effort to grow my hair long. Shortly before I met my husband I hacked all my hair off. I went from long cascades of shiny silken waves to one inch spikes in the back and a few cheek bone length pieces in the front. I made the mistake of sharing pictures with him, ones where my hair is long, wrapping around my body like a thick glossy cape. For 7 years I have been trying to grow my hair but the urge to hack it all off always wins out. Right now the only thing holding me back is that 99.8% change of it looking horrible and the possibility of making my husband cry.

Anyone know a really good reasonably priced stylist in Central Florida? Preferably one who will not cry when I direct them to lop it all off.

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