To Cheat or Not to Cheat?

Like many woman, I had to search long and hard, through the river, through the woods, through rain, through snow, street after street, zip code after zip code to finally find him. The One. Not just any one, but THE one...and now...I am thinking of cheating.

My hair stylist is amazing, I love him. I wish he lived with me. It took me decades to find him. He knows me: my pension for the weekend pony tail, my hatred of straightening my hair too often, my desire to make my curly thick hair look thin and straight. He knows that I will often stretch every 12 weeks into every 15, he knows I do a weekly hair mask, he knows I am laid back, but yet not one for a change. He knows I didn't know how to use a blow dryer until high school. Seriously, Close your mouths, it's true.

For several months, I have been thinking about honey brown and red highlights for my thick main of dark brown, practically black hair. The same hair, that with the exception of added layers and length changes, has remained virtually the same since I was 14. I have thought about this so much, in fact, that lately I have really been convincing myself to go for it. Yes, me, the one who never does anything damaging, that prefers traditional dress, that will wear pearls with a dress, that owns the same shoes in multiple basic colors, that uses night cream at 33, is thinking about being daring with my hair.

But my very fabulous hair stylist works at a very pricey spa and doesn't color hair cheaply. So I am thinking about going elsewhere for this daring new look. The problem is, I only want to go elsewhere for color, not for my cuts. Inevitably, my stray will be found out like the husband who returns early from a business trip or the wife that shows up at the office late.

So, blog readers: do I talk to my wonder hair stylist about my cost fear or do I go someplace else and maybe make the most needed man in my life upset.