It’s still better than Aquanet and a teasing comb

Back in August I got my hair done and it was a horrible event.  I got brave enough to go back – well it was either go back or find someone else and that prospect was at least as terrifying.  I could have attempted to tackle it myself, but that didn’t sound like a great idea either. 

I went in trying to feel brave, told her specifically what I wanted.  I got it – more or less.  Actually less.  However, I didn’t leave crying.  It’s a little shorter than I like, but hair grows.  The biggest thing is, I desire to return to my natural color.  Honestly, it’s been so long, I don’t even know what that is.  I’d go back and look at pictures of me in high school but all of those have been destroyed.  I’ve been coloring my hair since I was 18.  I suspect my hair is medium brownish with maybe red highlights but I honestly don’t know.  What I do know is that I don’t wish to maintain color anymore.  Well with the exception of the gray.  F**king gray.

Well, apparently, my hair person wants me to have red hair since that is clearly what I left the salon with.  Red.  I got back to work and the girls all said, “Hey, I thought you weren’t going red?”  I rolled my eyes because I don’t even know what to say.

Hair makes me crazy.  It always has.  I do not come from good hair people.