I hate getting my hair cut.
I always try to avoid the inevitable trauma by being prepared. I gather pictures of potential hair styles. I ask everyone I know which one they like best. I stew about it for months before I finally make the appointment and get my hair done. And 9 times out of 10, I'm very sad after.
I swear this time is worse though. I think 6-8 inches of my hair was cut off... NOT the TWO INCHES I asked for. Look at the photos below, readers. Do I exaggerate? The hat photo was taken Saturday morning before S's basketball game (where it appears she has a wedgie or something odd going on) and the other I just took 2 seconds ago.
My hair looks nothing like the three photos I brought in to show the stylist. I don't have pictures of it "styled", but basically straightened it's the Rachel haircut circa 1993 (yes... again. Why do people keep giving me this awful hair cut?) and curly, it's total mom hair.
I'm never getting my hair cut again.