i finally got a hair cut this weekend.
it's been over a year (actually- closer to 2 years) since my last trim and i had the split ends to prove it. also, the last time i got a legit "style" cut was when i was 14
(and we won't even discuss that one. seriously- i should show you pictures. in fact, i will. i'll dig them up & let you gasp in horror. in my defense- it totes wasn't my idea. i was going on a mission trip for the summer so my mom though it'd be a good idea to all but shave my head. yeah. that bad. but i digress.)
any.way. so the idea was to go to the local hair school & get my hair cut, styled, straightened & etc etc on the cheap. real cheap. like $10 cheap.
i called in advance & was told to come on in, no appt needed, plenty of student, etc etc. hooray.
i arrived at 9 o'clock sharp (pictures in hand) & was promptly asked if i had an appt.
hmmm- well only 2 students had shown up that morning & without an appt (which i was told i didn't need) there were no openings. but i could come back at 11 & see if anything was available.
eff that. the girls were home with the husband & i was prepped & ready.
i left. and i sort of wanted to cry. i had planned for this for 3 weeks. why does the universe plot against me?
pouting, i stopped at the ATM on the way home & noticed a Super Cuts. ugh. yes? no? eff it- i went in.
i told the girl what she was working with (mad curly hair) and what i wanted (bangs, layers, all around awesome)
she quickly got to work & chatted about God knows what the entire time. i admit, i wasn't listening. so i felt really bad when she stopped (after having obviously asked me a question) and realized that i had no idea what she wanted to know.
"um...Frodo?" wtf? damnit woman.
my kid's name is Frodo now.
anyway, i had a moment of panic when she brought the shears forward to create my "bangs"
really? that short? are you positive?
good God. but it's curly- this is ok. it needs to be straight to see results. right? omg. am i a poodle now? like seriously- did i just turn into a dog?
i'm to tired to care.
10 minutes later i was out of the chair & dishing out $20 (including tip) with my frizzy hair in a pony & my "bangs" pinned back. now i had to go home & spend 40 minutes with my straightener.
not the epic haircut i had envisioned. but whatever.
after bitching to the husband about my hair trials & tribulations- i straightened it & applied more than a normal amount of hair serum (in an attempt to ward off the effects of humidity)
all done. i surveyed the damage in the mirror, deemed it "not bad" and decided that next time i'll pony up the cash & go to a legit salon. you know, where they use razors & fancy scissors & offer you sparkling mineral water in exchange for an $80 encounter with their skillz.
that is what happens, right? because i've never been to a fancy hair place. i have no idea what goes on behind those glass doors.
all in all, my hair looks a lot better & could look a lot worse. so, no complaints.
(even though my lazy eye says otherwise, i'm not drunk. or high)
right? if it wasn't for humidity & the fact that my hair hates me, i'd be 99% happy with it.