Usually Carol does a great job. Like last time. But this time...it was like she was taking out some aggression on my hair. Whack! Whack! Now I look like a boy. Actually, it is more like Julia Roberts hair in "Hook." (Gasp!) But it will grow out, you say? But you don't really go anywhere anyway, you say? That's not the point! Why is it that when I finally save up and go...to an actual "stylist"...it's like I am always trying to achieve the "she looks nice" status and never quite getting there. No matter what I do, I look like a tired Mommy. If it's not the hair, it's the outfit. And vice versa. It's really sad. When I go shopping now, I always seem to gravitate towards the sweatsuit/exercise/sport/lounge-wear. Anyway, I am determined to grow this hair out to sexy status and lose enough weight to fit all my Banana Republic pants. Maybe by next summer...
Bye the way, I don't know why nobody has nominated me for "What Not to Wear," yet. How many years do I have to wear three day old, oversized, paint stained, sweatpants in public before someone takes notice.
Ok, I am being a little dramatic. Besides, Aaron says that he likes the haircut and that it is "cute." So that is really all that matters. I just have to wear pink and a lot of makeup.
3 comments:
Holy crap! in the nicest way possible.
You know...you'd think Carole would be able to do the same haircut twice in a row, but apparently not.
It's cute, don't get me wrong. It's just not a shorter version of what you were attempting to get trimmed.
ROCK ON PIXIE!
It's cute. Go for it, babe. Do the flip out thing again. You look hot like that. :)
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