'Shear' Happiness

I got my hair cut. It only took me two months and one week to decide and execute a haircut...but I think I am really gonna love it (when it gets over itself and comes outta shock).

Here is a photo of what it used to look like:

I hadn't gotten it cut in over a year. It's just not a priority.

And then when I did finally get off my lazy patootie, I immediately threw a headband on. I always have a headband or ponytail holder.

Here's the thing - see where it says Canon (backwards) in the photo...now go up...keeping going...stop! See that area of my head where the hair is blonder? This is my problem area. The problem arises when photos are taken and my hair is pulled back - all of a sudden, I have a bald spot. On both sides. It looks worse than Donald Trumps.

So I dyed it. Those 28 wash dyes. Yup...I love what those little boxes of genius do to my hair. It is shinier, smoother, softer and thankfully darker around the forehead area now. And seeing this photo makes me realize that maybe I should wear makeup. My face is so pasty and I have some serious eye bags going on. I get those from my dad - maybe those can stay :) Overall I think it looks sortof like my goal hairstyle...sortof.

Oh - interesting story: the hairstylist was running my bill and asked if I needed to set another appointment. I said 'no, I just got it cut'. Then she said that if I was planning on getting another appointment before Thanksgiving it would be impossible and before Christmas has a waiting list. I said 'thanks but I get my hair cut like maybe once a year'. I heard four gasps around me and this one assistant looked at me like I announced I had gonorrhea of the mouth. Note to self - it is not acceptable to publicly announce how I neglect personal upkeep.

Do you have any crazy hair stories? Or crazy hairstylist stories? Please share. I don't get enough laughs around here :) Oh and if you didn't already, go comment to win the Bower Power Giveaway. I am ending the contest on Saturday at midnight!