I think I’ve been given the salon version of a bitch-slap. I kept commenting on another stylist’s awesome color and asking how she did it (I want her color now but it will have to be done slowly over several months so as to not fry my hair), and the stylist who was cutting my hair was apparently pissed that I wasn’t engaging her in conversation about the awesomeness of her permed bangs and 80s feathering. I got home with really short hair that barely wraps around my round brush and the back looks like it was cut by a lawn mower.
Life Lesson #669: Bullshit with your own stylist about her awesome hair…even if it is a blatant lie.
How bad is it? Brace yourselves. I look like a red-headed MckMama except 80 pounds lighter.
I’m currently working on covering all of the mirrors in the house and in the future will only let the chick with the really awesome colored hair give me haircuts.