I'm eating because I'm either bored or depressed or both.
Bored because I'm taking some time away from work...depressed because I got my hair cut and it's probably the worst haircut I've ever had in my life.
Yesterday, when arriving home from the StuffMart hair-cutting place (going there was my FIRST mistake), Brillo Man said, "uh...your hair looks nice."
"Seriously, you like it?"
"Yeah. It looks nice."
"...okay..." (but I was NOT convinced!)
Today...after showering and washing the pound of goo and gunk that the stylist had glopped into my hair and then attempting to style it in some kind of decent looking style...I said, "This haircut is pitiful. Probably the worst one I've ever had."
"I don't think it looks bad...it looks better than it did yesterday."
Anyway...it's not a good cut. I hate it.
And no, I'm not posting a photo so you may be the judge.
But picture this...at one point the stylist said to me, "I just made this cut up. It has no name. I was looking at my daughter's fairy book and saw a photo of a fairy and just starting clipping and this is what I came up with."
So, I look like a fairy. Not.
Now I know how Bentley feels:
He was matted.
He won't stay out of the pond muck.
It's better this way. Trust me.
But he's just not as cute.
We told the groomer --"Shave him - we need to start all over again!"
I look at him and tell myself that his hair will grow again....
....just like mine will! ugh.
Tomorrow, I go hat shopping!
(This is my "before" photo. You don't get to see the "after"!)
(Pat, this one's for you!)
Your hair is like royal tapestry;
the king is held captive by its tresses.
-Song of Solomon 7:5