No, I didn't go buy some delicious cuts of beef for dinner; I got a haircut! A very, very bad haircut!
This morning I woke up on a mission. I decided I needed a haircut and a pedicure before the baby comes. My hair has been growing at an insane rate recently and my ponytail was so long it went down my back (I don't think I should have even been able to call it a ponytail anymore when it's that long). I couldn't take another minute of it, so I got up this morning and went off. I went to a place right in Boca that I have never been to before - all because I didn't feel like driving all the way to my normal place. This is where I made my mistake. Lazy does not equal nice haircut. I had asked for about 2 inches off, but as she continued to cut I realized that either she is very bad at math or she and I have a very different perception of how much 2 inches actually is. It got to a point where I had to stop her to tell that I really thought we had passed 2 inches. She simply replied, "yes, I know, but I cant seem to get your curls to be even." OK, I didn't go to cosmetology school, but last I checked curls are never even...they are CURLS. They bounce up and will never be straight across no matter how much you cut them. I decided that she needed to be stopped before I had the same haircut as my brother and politely asked her to please stop cutting. Now, the cut itself may actually look cute on someone with pin straight hair who weighs about 50 lbs less than I do, but on me...not so much! I now have hair that doesn't even come close to grazing my shoulders and I look like I belong on That 70's Show. Of course, the first sign of a terrible haircut is that you have to leave the hair salon and head immediately home b/c you refuse to go out in public till you can fix what the butcher did. I am still home, trying to figure it out and I may be here for days working on this. I refuse to share any pictures of me right now, but I just wanted you all to be aware, so when you see the pictures of me with my beautiful baby, you wont be shocked by the ridiculous haircut that I am sporting. I do feel a little like Julia Roberts in Steel Magnolias now, but sadly I ended up with a "mommy cut" before I am even officially a mommy!
I remember, back in the 80s, I went for a perm. I just wanted big curls in my hair ... I walked out with a rosanne rosanna danna friz job. The curls were so tight my hair just frizzed as soon as it dried. The best part, the guy named his mess of my hair after himself.
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I ended up getting my once fabulous hair straighened ... it was ruined for 2 years while it grew out ... but that it did.