I got my hair cut yesterday. After thinking about it for a while, and realizing that the last time I had it cut was when I donated it in February (or was it January?), I decided that it was time for a trim, and maybe some long layers. Nothing too dramatic, just a little shape and less split ends. Something that would grow out well, as I love my hair long and have been anxiously waiting for it to grow out. So after work I ventured to an un-named hair salon. I chatted with Desi about what I wanted-just a little shape, maybe a little shorter around my face for framing, long layers, I'm trying to grow it out, I wear it up to work, so not too short. I thought we had an understanding. More than an hour later, I left with a haircut I hate. It looks a little too much like a mullet for my taste. What were supposed to be long layers are way too short layers, and most of the front now falls out when I try to put my hair in a ponytail. The back poofs out, and I'm afraid of what will happen tomorrow when I do it curly-I'm envisioning an explosion. And I was so looking forward to cute trimmed hair with my new dress on Sunday. Now I have to figure out how to hide the mess until Tuesday, when I have an appointment with someone new to get this fixed. Unfortunately, that means going even shorter, and waiting even longer until I have long hair again. What a silly thing to be worried about, yet I almost cried yesterday when I got home.
It will grow out.
Eventually.
Meanwhile...here's the proof I should have known, for your viewing pleasure.
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Janelle, You are one of the most insanely attractive women I know. I know how much it sucks to have a haircut you hate, but I assure you - you look amazing. I'm convinced that you could go bald and all anyone would notice is your beautiful smile and stunning blue eyes! Your hair is lovely and I hope that the dilemma is over with time and that you find comfort in knowing that it will grow. :) (I'm resisting the urge to compare this situation to gospel principles... :P )
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