Yesterday I went to get my hair cut. I wanted a bit more than a trim but nothing drastic, and for no reasonable explanation, I leave with my hair whacked. The girl had to have been crazy. I noticed she was being a bit reckless with her scissors but when I realized what was actually happening, it was too late. Now I have VERY short hair--a pixie you might say. I'm not a pixie kind of gal. So I end up crying half the day over my unattractive, unwanted, never-asked-for haircut. I don't think I have ever cried over hair. But I have never had a hair experience like this one. Pictures of me from today, with things finally in perspective.
p.s. don't even start to tell me it's cute, like some of you have tried to do.
