Trying it, one more time

We've lived in Gainesville since August of 2003 and since then, I've tried several different hair salons. Each time, I've dropped about $80. And each time, I've gone home looking like I let a toddler go after my hair with pinking shears. So last fall, after I came home from yet another salon (though this time with a bouffant), I decided just to grow my hair out. I've got the most awesome stylist back home, who gives me kicky, cute haircuts that look great. But since I can't get back there every six weeks or so for a trim, it's time to throw in the towel. When we went home for Christmas, I explained to my stylist how impossible it is to get good haircuts down here, and how I wanted to grow my hair out. He sympathized, then fixed the cut I'd had done in October (the Bouffant Special). And it looked awesome. But now... now I need a trim. *sigh* So I'm trying yet another salon this Friday. I've got an appointment with a woman named Candy, and I'm keeping my fingers crossed that I don't come back looking like Donald Trump.