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I got that hair cut, finally. The first time I went to a salon for a cut was July of 2008 (a month after I was Maria in Sound of Music, so I was free to cut it!). Before that, Papa or Mama trimmed my hair. That first one was a great cut. Some six months later, I returned to that academy and got my worst cut yet (for my hair texture, it was AWFUL). Next, I cut my own hair while at camp, on a weekend, in the bathroom with the kiddie scissors from the craft room. That was pretty bad as well, but decent, cheap, and fast. :) Next cut back at a different salon, I had to ask her to actually cut my hair so that it'd be shorter, thank you, than when I walked in... I guess she assumed all I wanted was a fix-up of my craft-scissor cut? And finally this cut! This hair dresser was convinced my hair was NOT curly, I didn't really want it that short, and she let simply piles of hair get down the back of my shirt. And obviously a hair salon doesn't have anything more handy for removing spiky hair stubble from the elastic on your camisole than scotch tape... The cut itself took probably 40 minutes. The total experience with self-clean-up? An hour. BUT I like the cut. A lot. :)