Thursday, June 26, 2008


photo by Vera Lye, originally uploaded by Klick Here.

I've been stressed all week. If I could write that in squiggly capital letters, I would. That's how stressed I am.
I'm getting my hair cut on Monday which I am partly supah-dupah excited about and partly terrified about. (What can I say, I am a complicated woman.)
What if my ridiculously expensive stylist makes me look like a llama? (See above photo for an example of said llama.) What if he hacks off my hair in some artistic expression that I don’t get? What if he has a fight with another stylist and in his mounting anger, clips off a major chunk of hair from the center of my head? That can happen! I watched Blow Out, I KNOW THESE THINGS CAN HAPPEN!!
Dan will be distracted while playing poker on Monday. Will I arrive with a face full of joy and a sexy, stylish cut that makes heads turn? Or will I arrive in tears, demanding he let me buy a hat and threatening to lock myself in our hotel room until it grows back out?
My emotions are like Russian roulette, especially when it comes to my hair.


Tia said...

i'm excited for your big haircut!! don't stress.

JB said...

Lady, I am the same way when it comes to getting my hair cut. One horrible haircut experience (my hair looked like a frizzy triangle for MONTHS because of a too-short cut and bad style in humid weather) makes me oh so wary of stepping into a salon. As a result, I only get my hair cut twice a year, because the stress of it often trumps my frustration of having unruly hair that looks like Ugly Betty's.

That reminds me, I'm due for a cut.