Then the other stylist came over, picked up the picture example I'd brought in, and raised her eyebrows. It was too late to stop. The one stylist asked the other, "What do you think?"
"You know what I think your problem is?" she replied. Those are words that no one ever wants to hear about someone who has been chopping on your hair for 10 minutes. The second stylist then sectioned off my hair and re-cut it explaining the the first girl how to cut hair. What. The. Heck. Don't you have to know how to cut hair before you get a job at a salon?
So I walked out dissatisfied but trying to make the best of it especially since Jackie was outside and I didn't want to hear, "I told you so." (I still don't, Jackie, for the record.) I broke out my curling iron and straightener when I got home and felt a little better. You know, as long as I don't think about what I wanted it to look like. Or how long it's going to take to grow back out. Since I was trying to grow it out. = (
So here's a before picture (didn't have a good one but this is recent):
Here's what I asked for:
And here's what I got:
I think if you poke your left eye out and squint with the right one it kind of looks similar.
Keeleigh said I look like Rapunzel after her haircut. Which is good. Because then I look like a princess, right? Right?
Sadness. Extreme sadness. Head scarfs are in, right? Maybe a sun hat?