I got my hair done tonight and it looked really cute, I swear. But just now, as I was about to get in the shower (OMG - it's almost midnight?), I decided that it wasn't short enough. And I did the unthinkable.
I got out my kitchen shears and began whacking away like I had an idea of what I was doing.
I was like an out of control child who steals the scissors and begins whacking off chunks.
Here's the thing. Cutting hair is a lot more difficult than you might think. I think I've actually made it look ok. In fact, it kind of looks like what I wanted all along. I think. I hope it resembles a cute, shaggy bob. I keep changing my mind every time I look in the mirror. I'm having a bit of a panic attack. Why on earth did I just pay $120 for a haircut (and color - don't panic!) if I couldn't even speak up to say that it wasn't as short as I wanted it? Why did I feel like that might hurt my stylist's feelings? She's fantastic and she probably could have taken it.
I can't believe I've done this.