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Oh dear

I got a bad haircut last night. A truly horrible haircut. A what-the-heck-was-the-stylist-thinking-this-is-not-what-I-asked-for-AT-ALL kind of haircut. It's very upsetting, not least because I'm about to go on vacation and I don't want to be photographed in front of, I don't know, the Empire State Building or FAO Schwarz or wherever, with my lovely mom and sisters, with such hideous hair.

Sigh.

I'm thinking of going back to the stylist and saying, "Um, I hate this. Fix it." But it's so short already that it may not be salvageable with anything less than a buzz cut.

Super sigh.

Perhaps I'll buy a wig. Or a hat! Maybe a hat will do.

Comments

Anonymous said…
There is nothing worse than a bad haircut right before a big event! So sorry. Maybe you should go back thought just to let her know that you are dissatisfied.

Mom
aimee said…
Def. go back. I hate when that happens. I am sure it is not that bad though.
aimee said…
Have you tried a different style (like straightening it?)

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