I got a wild hair up my you-know-what on Saturday and decided I'd go and get my hair chopped off. I say "chopped off" because that's what it ended up being. I am so miserable right now. She completely butchered me and I am inclined to buy a big floppy hat this evening and tell my boss I accidently fell under a lawnmower over the weekend. If I had cut it myself with a
Flowbee I could not have done any worse..I swear.
I have no idea what the stylist was thinking when I was very clear on what I wanted. She cut off at least 3 more inches than necessary and now I look like my mother. Not that my mother looks bad necessarily but.... I digress.
It's uncanny how tightly we are tied to our personal image via our haircut or style. If we get a great cut we feel sassy, sexy and confident. With a bad one however, we want to crawl under the biggest rock available and remain there for as long as it takes for the mess to grow back. Which is where I am right now. I am on a recon mission for the biggest rock in the neighborhood.
If that fails I will have to resign to playing the
Bangles all day tomorrow as it defininitely will be "Just another Manic Monday".
On a side note with the manic Monday theme - my brother left me a message that he safely arrived back home but US Airways had summarily lost all of his luggage. So maybe I should shut up about my bad hair cut....
At the very least, you should console yourself in the knowledge that it WILL grow back.
On the other hand, you could always go for a "quick fix": Dye it purple & yellow, get a mohawk, and tell everyone that it's just a phase you're going through.
One thing I do know... people tend not to screw with people who have mohawks. It could be the beginning of a "tough girl" image!
:-)