Friend or Client?

I went to an open house last night. It was a hair and makeup suggestion thing. The makeup was Avon stuff, and application and hair tips was was provided by the Avon Lady's friend. She lived in California and did hair for red carpet events and whatnot. The main focus of the night was using mineral makeup on everyone to see how it looks and how nice it feels. If we had any beefs about our hair, she helped us with what is wrong. I have what is called a Shatter cut, also known as a razor cut. The only way I could achieve this with my fine wavy hair is with lots of greasey gook and and straightening iron. She was horrified that it was even suggested I use a straightening iron on my frylighted hair. So she just put a little bit of goobie in my hair and blow dried it with a round boar-hair bristle brush, and voila! The look I've wanted was achieved. Then she invited me to come to her for a haircut and color. The a big theme of the night was why stay with your usual person if you are not happy and cannot achieve what you would like. I really had given up and just kind of let whatever happen to my hair over the years because I felt faithful to my stylist. I've been with her since I was sixteen. Maybe even younger. I've been with her since she started at JCPenney's, then went to a small salon in Berrien Springs, then the owner changed the locks on her, then she cut hair in her duplex with her first husband, then moved operations to her own salon in a rented house, then moved her and her whole operation next door with her new husband. She said she was never going to have kids. Then by my next appointment, she was pregnant. Then her son was about six and her husband cheated on her and she got divorced and stuck with the house. Then she started dating, moved to Elkhart, sold her house and now rents her salon space from her new house owners. I've been with her through a lot. I feel a bit attached. But then I thought, I only hear from her to remind me of my appointment. That's it. We are not friends. Because she lives all the way in Elkhart, she commutes only four days a week. I have to book a month out to get an appointment! With gas prices now, a haircut price must have gone through the roof! But yes, I must admit, this lately I feel like I've settled. Like it's my fault I can't fix my hair. But it isn't. It's just that bad things have happened to it that it can't take. And this person I've paid all these years with all her training should have known.
I still feel bad.
Like I'm cheating!