And today looked so promising...

[meladara]

...but the damn beautician had other ideas apparently. In fact, she was rather clever about it, cutting my hair into a cute hair style and leading me to believe that I'd be able to walk out of the salon without being horrified. But no! She was just saving the butchered of my hair until the last thirty seconds, where she decided that Melissa, the woman with ridiculously thick and frizzy hair, needed a three inch layer right on the top!  My heart sank as I watched that final snip. I would have stopped her if I could have spoken up fast enough, but by the time words were ready to form the cut had already been made. Of course, while in the salon the fact that my hair was still wet allowed the mess to look decent enough, but I knew better. By the time I'd made the 6 minute drive home I looked like a fluffy poodle all the way up to the top of my head. In fact I looked like I'd taken a frizzy wig and just set it on top of the longer hair. The top short layer doesn't fade into the shoulder length of the rest of the hair in any way, shape or form. She gave me two fucking hair styles! One on top of the other!  Now I'm going to go have the longer layer cut just to fade correctly into the rest.

So, here I sit with my hair pulled into a tight and high pony tail, the short layer threaten escape with each second. But apparently this will be the new norm for me now, as it is the only way I can get this fucking mess to NOT look ridiculous. I could cry...but I refuse to let myself. Damn it!

The only saving grace in all of it is that it brings home what I great husband I have. He insists that I look great but we both know that he's just trying to make me feel better.

*sniffle*

This sucks!