This is me:
. . . at least it used to be.
My hair has looked like this since high school {which is was L-O-N-G time ago!}.
I haven't done more than a quick trim on my hair for about 12 years.
A couple weeks ago I decided I was ready for a change.
I decided I wanted an A-line; just like this one:
{minus the bull nose ring}
I thought, "If I'm going to do this, I'm going to get it done right!"
I figured that I should go to a pricey salon where they totally know what they're doing. Makes sense, right? So I made my appointment, headed over, and was in awe of the decor in that place!
I paid TOP DOLLAR (meaning more than double what I've ever paid before) for their "most experienced" stylist. We determined I wanted 10 inches off. That wasn't quite enough to donate but I wasn't brave enough to go any shorter. So, she put my hair in a low pony tail and cut:
She chopped away at my locks while looking at the above picture I brought in for reference.
An hour later I walked out 16.25 inches shorter, and looking like this:
{Can you tell how happy I'm NOT?!!}
This, my friends, is a bob NOT an A-line.
I didn't know what else to do, so I cried all the way home. My 8-year-old told me I look like Uncle Mike (my little brother).
He's right.
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