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:
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.
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.
I guess it could have been worse.
Melissa and her clan just sang The Brady Bunch Theme song to me, over the phone.
I love my friends.