cliché girl

I desperately wanted/needed a change.  And I surely needed to get over this constant gloominess.  Start of the weekend-- new attitude, new look?

A click of the mouse later, I had an afternoon appointment at a cute, quirky hair salon in the adjacent neighborhood.  My one and only previous visit here was a birthday present for myself.   At that time, I went in with "I want to keep the length and I don't want anything too crazy."  So, a very subtle trim later, I felt like a rock star.

This time I wanted to be a little more ballsy...


Me: "I didn't bring any pictures and I don't really have any ideas.  I'm sort of up for anything.  Surprise me?"
Stylist: "Surprise you?  Umm, are you sure?  You didn't just break up with someone, right?  Because then you aren't allowed to get your haircut."
Me: "Do anything! Just as long as I can pull it back."

The stylist talked me through her game plan before she brought the scissors to my head.  "Short bob". "Edgy". "Modern."  Sure, I'm game.  Let's do it!

A few quick cuts and a blowout later, I peeked in the mirror.

And then at the floor.

And I almost flipped out.  More than six inches of curly hair was strewn about the floor.  No longer did it hit mid-back; the back of my neck felt super drafty.

Her: "You can't freak out on me."
Me: "I won't! I swear! I won't!"


So I went home and freaked out by myself.  Omigod, did I just make a huge mistake, a la Felicity?

It's been a couple of days now, and although I still haven't figured out how not to look like a mushroom, I'm going to try and embrace this new "edgy, modern" me.