For years and years I felt the same about hairstylists as I did the dentist, terrified. I went in to one with a picture of exactly what I wanted and I would come out with something completely different. So I stopped going to any hair person and tried to take care of it myself. It was not pretty. Then I finally tried a hair person so I could get bangs. I love her and my hair does too. My hair appreciates her so much, it decided to look better than it ever has before. Lucky, indeed. Not so much before.