I have really thick hair. I mean insanely thick. And curly.
And I feel like Ron Swanson when I try to describe it to people...
I've never had a haircut where the stylist's first comment wasn't about either a) how thick it is, or b) how curly and thick it is.
This is what my hair looks like on a pretty normal hair day:
And this is what it looks like now:
After it was fixed.
And after I covered up the seriously whacked out back part.
Not so bad, just so not what I asked for.
She did do a bang up job on the color.
But my ponytail is about 1/3 of the size it normally is. And I have pieces in the back that are two inches long. TWO INCHES.
See ... I needed a trim. And I really wanted my highlights refreshed. It'd been more than 6 months since my last highlight (gasp! sorry, stylist friends). I researched salons and stylists for 3 weeks. I finally decided to try out a brand of salon I trust in a ritzy suburb here in Dallas.
And ... my hair was butchered. To the point where I cried after realizing what just happened. Even the stylist who fixed it was baffled. She looked at my mom with a wide-eyed shocked expression as she examined my hair. She did a good job fixing what she could (plus she knows about curly hair so I think I'll go back to her).
Yes, this is, admittedly, vain. But writing is also a means of catharsis for me, so this is helping me embrace my new-for-now look.
BUT on the upside I looked a bit like a short-haired (& blonde) Merida this morning when I woke up.
Please, tell me I'm not the only one to suffer bad haircuts.
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