Just call me Flo-Lo

Time for a new haircut; I arranged to have my hair cut in the same place Mel gets hers cut; her hair always looks great. Her hairdresser was unavailable, so I made an appointment with someone else there. Then the someone else had an emergency, so I got someone else altogether.

I was prepared though. I printed out a picture of what I was after, and gave it to my hairdresser. Here's what I wanted:



Cute, huh? My hairdresser cut my hair, with a razor, with me facing AWAY from the mirror. I couldn't help thinking that what was going on didn't "feel" like the haircut I'd asked for. Imagine my surprise when she swung me around and showed me the results:


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Let's Review:



I have to admit I panicked. It just wasn't what I had in mind.

I called Melissa the second I walked out the door. "I'm Carol Brady!!"

Even though she hadn't seen my hair, she insisted, "you are not!"

Yes, yes I am, I'm Carol Brady. I have to get up and give a toast at your wedding in two weeks, and I'm Carol Brady! "No way!" she said.

Way! See?


A few bangs and a flippy up, and we're practically twins!

Holy crap. I drove home as fast I could, took my second shower of the day, and got right about molding my new haircut into something more like I wanted. Lots and LOTS of goo, and curling iron time, and hair spray and bees-wax later, and I ended up:



Ok. Tolerable. I can deal. So much for sleeping until the last minute before I go to work though. Some Assembly required on this do.

Whew.

I guess it could have been worse.



***Update

Melissa and her clan just sang The Brady Bunch Theme song to me, over the phone.
I love my friends.