Cut 'n Color

Is it too much to expect one person to be all things to you?

Are there rules about fidelity to your hairdresser? Because the guilt I am feeling whenever I get my hair cut these days is overwhelming.

You see, I'm not letting Mindy, my usual cutter, do the color anymore. I've been taking my color business to the Japanese people one town over, where they pamper you, bring you tea and glossy magazines, massgae your scalp and rub your shoulders...all for the price of high lights. But, here's the thing about the Japanese people: lousy haircut. So, I go running back to Mindy for the awesome cut and blow dry, but how can I hide from her the fabulous highlights I'm getting somewhere else? Do you really think she'll believe me if I tell her I'm doing them myself with a little help from Miss Clairol? Does she even deserve an explanation? Or is it enough that I maintain the positive aspect of our relationship?

Time to call in the suburban ethicist. Just in case I'm breaking some cosmetological commandment.