Fun with scissors!
In an act of utter eccentric randomness I decided I wanted a mowhawk/mullet and gave myself one.
Though it's not as extreme as it sounds, it's moments like these when I'm glad I don't own a) electric clippers, b) a digital camera, or c) a gun.
The queen I just paid $30 to give me a cut last Saturday is going to die when she sees is, but I really wasn't feeling the whole Sandra Dee meets the Monkees thing she left me with.
In all seriousness, it's been awhile since I had fun with my hair and I've been looking much too shaggy and boring (to put it mildly on both counts) lately. I was growing my hair out but I wasn't exactly sure why until my dream last night (no, really). I feel good about it even though I'm nowhere near done. What I didn't cut, I streaked gold over what's left of the brown. Next weekend I straighten my roots, and in a couple of weeks I'm thinking I'll bleach the sides.
Horrendous, right? God I forgot how cathartic fucking with my hair can be...
Though it's not as extreme as it sounds, it's moments like these when I'm glad I don't own a) electric clippers, b) a digital camera, or c) a gun.
The queen I just paid $30 to give me a cut last Saturday is going to die when she sees is, but I really wasn't feeling the whole Sandra Dee meets the Monkees thing she left me with.
In all seriousness, it's been awhile since I had fun with my hair and I've been looking much too shaggy and boring (to put it mildly on both counts) lately. I was growing my hair out but I wasn't exactly sure why until my dream last night (no, really). I feel good about it even though I'm nowhere near done. What I didn't cut, I streaked gold over what's left of the brown. Next weekend I straighten my roots, and in a couple of weeks I'm thinking I'll bleach the sides.
Horrendous, right? God I forgot how cathartic fucking with my hair can be...