This spunky gal is my fabulous friend, Shelia. Oh, how I have forsaken you and paid the price! |
One more shot of the carnage. What is that stringy mess on the left?! Holy Mackerel! |
Short, but much better. Dahlia isn't impressed. |
It looks much better now, since it has grown quite a bit. I guess I have been harboring a little bit of hair anxiety.
I haven't had an experience this bad since I went for a haircut at Mastercuts in Shawnee Mall when I was about 12 and the girl wouldn't cut it. She said I had head lice! Turns out it was just little bits of glitter paint left over from me painting my jean shorts into a stiff and unwearable mess. I was so upset. I knew I didn't have lice, and I wanted the Mastercuts lady to know she was wrong.
Alas, my mom made me suck it up. I remember being in JC Penney and Mama wanting me to try on a shirt. I was still so upset (and, let's be honest, tended a bit to the dramatic side). I said something like, " What, no one here thinks I will give them lice?!"
At least this time I could laugh it off. I even wore the terrible hair for almost a week. I was even told by a student that it looked like I put my finger in a light socket! I think I have come a long way.
Hugs,
Brandi
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