Almost two years ago, desperate for a haircut, I stopped in at the local Great Clips and walked out with a haircut I loved. It was glorious.
I found out the name of the woman who’d cut my hair and when she worked and returned again and again, always leaving with a hair cut I was happy with.
Two months ago, I got what was likely the best haircut of my life. It was one of those cuts that looked good every single day; I felt like I could wear anything and my hair would make it look awesome. (And, I’d had a coupon, so my haircut was FREE, and then I gave her a $4 tip).
And then, about ten days ago, I got it cut again (by the same lady) and I forgot to tell her I was still working on Project Long Hair and she cut it short. It wasn’t way short but it was definitely nothing like the Haircut of Glory that I’d come in with. It wasn’t the worst haircut of my life, but it was such a downgrade from the previous cut that I wanted to die.
I told Bart at least fifteen times over the next few days how much I hated my hair. I couldn’t even write about it because I was so unhappy about it. I must have cried over it at least four times (I know, I’m so pathetic, and I didn’t even care).
But finally, yesterday, it started to look a bit better. Today’s been another decent day. I’m hopeful that someday soon, my hair will once again take on Hair of Glory status. Until then, this blog will have no pictures.