My hair has been cut and coloured. Twice. Well, coloured once, but cut twice. The girl who cut my hair is fresh out of hairdressing school (or whatever) and only knows one cut. A bob. I didn't want a bob. I got a bob. Not even a good bob. I got a long, limp, boring bob. I looked like a 40 year old woman. Which would've been bad enough, but it was ( Read more... )