So, my hair was so long it was getting in the way. It was hard to keep it out of things when I was working and it was doing things like tickling the baby's face as I tried to lay his little sleeping self in his crib. So I had a little bit of leftover gift card to a local salon. I wasn't supposed to get a haircut with this gift card, I was supposed to do something frivolous, but when I tried out the manicure it was too hard to keep it nice. Maybe I'm just Beauty Routine Challenged. But my nails were messed up before I left the place cuz even when the polish was dry it wasn't hard. Then I did dishes once and that was pretty much the end of the manicure. So there was no way I was going to do another manicure - waste of my money. And a pedicure was $50 - people do this? Where do they get the money (or the time for that matter)?? So. It's been more than a year since my last haircut, and I'm ready. Gonna donate to Locks of Love and get me a cute haircut. I've got a picture of one I had several years ago, and I'm looking forward to it.
Only when I get there the stylist wants to "play." And he's not very happy when I tell him I don't want any gooey stuff in my hair - including hairspray. The smell bothers my husband, and I'm really too lazy to do my hair every day. I don't want that kind of cut. After double checking 3 or 4 times, just to make sure that I really know what I want, he gets down to the business of cutting my hair. So I leave with an odd cut. I'm not sure what I think, but I run into my friend from New Zealand at the store, BW, and she loves it. I'm still not convinced. But washing it and doing it myself are always a good way to tell what's really going on with the hair. So I washed it last night (I often get evening showers.) and this morning it was a mess. Some parts are flipping under, some parts are flipping out, and and some parts don't seem to know where they're going.
So, I'm no master of the curling iron, but this morning I found myself in the bathroom trying to get my hair to all lay the same direction with my curling iron. The baby wanted to unroll the toilet paper, and the hair, of course, is not cooperating at all. Once this cut grows out a little bit, I'm going to Cost Cutters - or even the Beauty School. Both of those places do what I ask them to, and they are litterally half the price!
This'll be humerus next week, right?