Right now I’m sitting, curled up on our couch, watching a movie I’ve seen a hundred times and eating the biggest bowl of ice cream I could justify.
I just got my hair cut. And this time I didn’t cry. Nope. I didn’t cry. Nope.
My hair dresser was awesome. She knew things about my hair that I had never talked about with anyone only silently hated.
“Have you had those little wisps since you were a girl?”
“Yes?…How did you know that?!”
It was weird. It was like I trusted her. We had a lot in common and when I was done I was thrilled.
I barely glanced and my hair and ran out of the salon bouncing and happy.
Truth is … I looked really cool. But as the day when on and clare rubbed cantaloupe into it my new hair do looked really rough.
Now I have a greasy mullet – business on top…and you guess it…party in the back.
Best part about this hair do is that if I get sick of “the party” I can pin it up and still look a little funky.
Honestly, I don’t know if I like it. It’s not my salvation hair cut. No. But it is fun and totally different than what I would have asked for.
Here’s the plan. I’m going to try it out for the next couple days and see and if I hate it I’m going to just “modify” it myself.