What a mess!

So, I made a big mistake this morning. I was really excited because mom was going to watch the kids so I could go do some clothes shopping with my birthday money. I could hardly sleep last night because I was so excited. I got up early to go to the JCPenny early sale, and I ended up with some really cute clothes for hardly any money. However, I wanted to go to TJ Maxx, but they didn't open for another hour or so. At that point, I noticed the beauty salon didn't have any customers, and I haven't had a hair cut in about 6 months, so I set an appointment to get my hair cut at 9:00, which was only 20 minutes away. When my stylist arrived, I was a little let down. You can tell a lot about the kind of hair cut you're going to get by your stylist's hair. At least I think so. So when she came in with big, hairspray weird curly hair, I was a little unsure, but I was already committed. And I felt ok, because there was a huge picture on the wall of exactly the kind of haircut I was looking for. I showed her the picture, which was somewhat similar to this...

...but had little bangs. We decided that because of my crazy hair line, the bangs wouldn't work out so well. Before she cut my hair, I had enough hair that I could have had a style similar to the one pictured, but that is no longer the case. Once she finished cutting my hair, it was time for the style. I thought it would be nice if she styled it using my natural wave instead of a flat iron since I already know how to style with a flat iron. She then had me flip my head over and put a diffuser on her hair dryer. After about 10 minutes, she had me flip my head back up, and I was horrified. Did I just enter a time warp and go back to 1985?? Did my hair really look like this???Ok, it wasn't QUITE that bad, but pretty freakin close. I didn't even know what to say. All I could mutter is "that sure is curly." The hairstylist then informs me that she likes big hair. Really? I never would have guessed. So I got out of there as soon as possible and pulled it back into a pony tail as best I could. Unfortunately, I was so rattled that I didn't have the presence of mind to take a picture of my hair with my phone to document just how horrible it really was.

When I got home, I took out my flat iron to see if maybe it was just a bad style and not a bad cut. Nope. It's pretty much the worst cut I've ever had. The longest layer is completely straight like someone just stuck my hair on a tree stump and took one whack at it with an ax and said "that's enough." And there's about 3 inches before the next layers start, so it looks like a mullet. So basically, I now have to wait a few months for it to grow out a bit since she whacked so much of it off, even though she kept commenting on how healthy my hair was, and then I'll have to go back to the guy who cut my hair last time since he did a fantastic job. Or maybe I'll just go have him fix it as soon as I get home. Because I got a lot of really cute clothes today, and it would be nice if I could style my hair to go cute with the new clothes.

All I have to say is it was the type of style you only see in Idaho. Even if I wanted to, there's no way I could walk out of a salon in Corpus with that kind of a hair do. Thank you Corpus. I think I'll be more than ready to go back to my wonderfully hot and humid Corpus Christi on Tuesday.