Ammon was the best hairdresser I've ever had in my life. He also might have been the most attractive man I've ever seen in my life. No joke. Just the thought of him standing over me washing my hair makes me need a cold shower. Holy Hannah. He is one good looking man.

But seriously. Looks aside--best hairdresser ever. He knew just how to cut my hair to make it lay perfect, even after just waking up. Every time he finished, I'd look in the mirror and love myself just a bit more than the last time I'd sat in his chair.

He was the first man to ever call me "sexy." And I believed him. And not just because of his blue eyes and cute tush and perfectly cut muscles that fell at the just the right spot under his short sleeve shirts. I believed him because I could see it too. My hair, was hot.

But Ammon broke up with his boyfriend and left all of us worshipers, ahem...clients, for the bright lights of New York City where he is now a stylist for the stars. Is it pathetic that Frit and I have actually talked about flying to New York just to have our hair cut (and washed) by Ammon?

Anyways, long story short, when Ammon left he recommended his clients to April--who was also great. It wasn't "Ammon hair" but it was still on the upper end of the hot hair spectrum. But then April moved her station to Salon Tantrum in Layton, UT and her prices increased significantly. I thought I couldn't justify it and so she recommended Melissa--who was also great. Again, not Ammon, nor April, but I still had pretty hair. But then Melissa switched to Salon Tantrum too, and left no recommendations.

So in July I went to some random hairdresser around the corner from my house. And I've hated my hair ever since. But as I was scheduled to fly home to South Carolina for the holidays, I needed to do something with the mop on top of my head. I broke down and made an appointment at Salon Tantrum. Not that I never wanted to be a "regular" there. I just thought I couldn't warrant the expense. But let me just tell you this: all a girl really needs is a good haircut. Forget chocolate. Forget men (not really. I just said that for effect). Forget high heels. Forget Spanx. Really. All a girl really needs is a good haircut (at a good salon).

Just imagine walking into the salon and being offered a glass of water infused with either citrus or cucumbers. Imagine laying back to have your hair washed and finding yourself resting on a warm towel (it really makes you all gooey inside in case you're wondering) and then not waking up the next morning with a sore neck from the sink because it was matched up perfectly with the chair. Imagine after getting your hair washed, having a warm towl carefully laid over your forehead and then getting a pressure point massage. As a sidenote: it was so fantastically cleansing and relaxing I was seriously on the brink of tears. And then imagine getting the best haircut and style this side of Ammon.

Best $50 I've ever spent.