Nancy Pelosi hair



Sheesh! It's like everyone wants a piece of my misery... Well, here you go.

This is the result of two unskilled scissorbitches hacking away at my shoulder length hair, and another semi-skilled one coming in to "fix it."

Terrible, yes? If you're perhaps thinking "Oh, it doesn't look that bad," consider that I don't want to look like Nancy Pelosi.

And, I am wearing extra makeup to disguise its hideousness. Also consider that the sides are shorter than the back, making it nearly impossible to grow this 'do out into a normal girly style. It even looks stupid under a beanie. Basically, I am wearing a shaggy helmet with fuzz around the edges.

Notice the side part? That was Sarah's invention.
"Your hair is not that bad," she said. "But you should try a side part since you kind of have a long forehead." So, we went with it. Sarah has been my friend and stylist since 2nd grade. She was the one to tell me in 7th grade that I needed to wear a training bra, and in 8th that side ponytails were so not cool. She's also the one who wouldn't give me a job at the Buffalo Exchange when I moved to Portland becuase anyone who works at the Buffalo Exchange "needs to know about fashion."

Anyway, I have been living with this monstrosity for 3 weeks, and debating on going to a fancy haircutter (Sarah's) and get it cut short, but at least doable. Or, should I just suck it up and wait till it grows out a bit, then get it redone? Wah!

Seriously, I now know that bad hair days are a legitimate excuse for acting like an emotional bitch!

Comments

aspire2b said…
Oh, my god! I am sooo there right now. I had such a horrible cut and am actually so poor that I took scissors to my own head! It was crazy, I just started cutting and couldn't stop. I am too, experiencing bad hair emotions! The funniest thing is that we must have had it happen right around the same time but rather than go get someone to fix it I tried myself-yikes! I am going with the 'let it grow' method. I think you should too. It really isn't that bad.
11:56 PM
Anonymous said…
I had a haircut that made me look fat and old. In fact, they all do now. :(

Tim O.
4:44 PM
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