O.k., we've all had them. Some of us have had more than our fair share of them. They come in all lengths and configurations, can cost much or little, and no amount of product can save us from them. I'm talking about bad haircuts! The kind of bad haircut that leaves you wondering how you can get from the salon to the car, and from the car to your house without being seen.
Well, I've got a doozy of one right now, and I've grown weary of waiting for it to grow out. All the scalp massage in the universe won't make it grow any faster, and to be honest, I'm running out of creative ways to hide it. I can only wear so many bandannas without looking like I have a pirate fetish, baseball caps make me look like a weird little boy, sunhats look like I'm ready for Sunday School, or just stepped out of an impressionist painting, and I've got this great floppy hat that just needs a dozen or so fishing lures stuck through it to achieve that choice "outdoorsey" look. There's not enough of it to put up, or back, or anything other than let it exist in all its badness. And I'm entirely too budget conscious to even consider extensions!
My husband refers to any chin length haircut with or without bangs as a "Cornelius" (as in Dr. Cornelius, from Planet of the Apes), so further clipping isn't an option. The worst part of this bad coiffure is that tonight was my son's graduation, and there I was with my dreadful 'do. Every picture taken on this momentous occasion will remind me of the joys of child-rearing, and the tragedy of finding myself in the wrong stylists chair. I mean, I brought a photo for cryin' out loud!
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