Oh, Florence!

Yesterday, I had a store meeting all about the fall collection. I know, fascinating. The lives we save from bad fashion decisions are countless. Anyway, after the meeting I had some time to kill before I needed to pick Elizabeth up from her dad's. I decided it would be an excellent time to get my hair trimmed.

I went to the same salon that I've been going to for a couple of years. It's just in the mall but it really is a salon, privately owned. I have had nothing but great haircuts from them. So, I didn't think I needed to ask for someone who knows how to use scissors. Wrong. I haven't taken pictures because I'm not sure that I want to remember this but, in the back and only in the back, I have a Florence Henderson mullet. I could not be shitting you less.

I knew it was bad when I was sitting in the chair. She kept cutting and cutting the same spot and used so much product I thought I was going to have bangs like in There's Something About Mary. When she showed me in the mirror it was bad but I didn't want her to work on it anymore. If she had I'd probably have a bald spot in the back. I didn't realize how short the "layers" were. I got in the car, already on the verge of tears, and felt the back of my head. Oh... my... god... I think I stopped breathing for a second.

So, I called and spoke to the salon manager. She didn't offer an apology but said that they'd give me a refund and that I could come in and have it fixed by someone else.... at my expense. I have no choice really. It has to be fixed. It's that bad. I'm headed back tonight.

I called a friend and asked if she would come for moral support. Her response was, "I have got to see this. You can't win for losing.". No kidding. It's going to have to be super short now to get rid of the damage. I was considering pulling a Britney Spears. I rethought that one and am leaning more towards TomKat's new look. Hers... not his.

Pray for me.