I am an emotional eater......(is that a word) I eat when: I am hungry (duh) tired, depressed, angry, sad, happy, fearful, envious , jealous you get the picture! What a fate in life that when I am fully awake, I am wanting to eat... What is that all about?
So last Wednesday I had a bad hair day. Now wait, read that again, I had A BAD HAIR DAY! A really bad hair day, not just your
bad hair day but your
BAD hair day! Are we on the same page yet?
I have been growing out my hair for 5 months now. Found this cute little hair style that I wanted so I have endured growing out my hair. You know how hard that is. FINALLY, long enough(about 7 inches on the top) and after some research found a gal that has high scours in being a stylist and not just a hair cutter. (is that proper English?)
Off I went, picture in hand, joyful and excited I sat in her chair. We chatted for almost 10 minutes about my hair and exactly what I wanted. (You see, I have a beautician license and have had for 30 years, I do not cut hair as I hate it but I have my license, I know how to cut hair!) So after a few minutes I was sure she understood and with the picture taped to her mirror scissors in hand she began. NOW, let me let you in on a little secret! Do you know why they turn you AWAY from their mirror? BECAUSE THEY DO NOT NOT WHAT THEY ARE DOING AND THEY DO NOT WANT YOU TO KNOW! Trust me... put your feet on the floor and REFUSE TO BE TURN BACKWARD!
Clip clip snip snip and she is finished! (did not know until about half way through that she was using a RAZOR! a razor...) I never let someone razor cut my hair.. She started with scissors! What changed her mind there!
Boy is she finished. I wanted to cry and throw a fit but being the person that I am, I paid that lady to butcher my hair and out the door I went. Now I am not an unreasonable person, very easy to get along with but there are just some lines that you do not
cross when messing
with my hair. I am a hair lady, some ladies are leg ladies or face ladies or clothes and
bling ladies, I am a hair lady. If my hair is happy the family is happy, but if my hair is not happy, then LEAVE ME ALONE! Is that
juvenile ? I hope not. We as women do not ask much in our lives.......
soooooo to want happy hair is
Ok.
Want to know what I did............ I came home and I ATE !!!!!!!!! Then Dennis got home from work and I ate, and then watching the TV I ate and cried. (ever tired to do that?)
I showed her, I gained two pounds back that I have been working so hard on and now with the short hair I look like a big bowling ball with a little bowling ball perched on my shoulders... (did I tell you it was short?) No, now listen, it is not
short it is
SHORT! Cannot get my round brush under it to even try to make it look like I have hair.........I measured it this morning, yes with a tape measure. It is 2 inches on the top!!!! 2 inches! What is that all about........Here is the picture I took her.......... Ready ?
Is that too cute or what? I was so looking forward to that... I was all smiles when I headed down there.. Finally, my new DO!
This is what mine looks like! I kid you NOT.......... (of course without the beautiful smile and the flawless skin and that shapely shoulder and skinny neck, high cheek bones and jaw line that I would crawl across the desert for.. ......My hair looks just like that!!!!!!!! Go Figure ! (let us not over look that plunging neckline) Mercy! Maybe she needs glasses or.........SHE NEEDS TO LEARN TO
STYLE HAIR AND NOT JUST CUT!!!!!!!!!! YOU THINK? What about that hair style says 2" on top...... Duh! I just don't see that do you?
It will take another 5 months to grow out again.......... Then what?
Ok.... That is all I have to say about that! ahahhhah This is ment to be a fun post girls......... I am really ok with this........ Just thought I would give you a good laugh today!
Hahahhahah and it will grow! I need to get over it!