J.C. and I both decided to try new hair stylists this week. At first I thought JC was taking a bit of a risk in his choice of stylist. After all, kindergarten is no cosmetology school, and she is still developing her scissor skills. In hindsight though, I realize his choice was brilliant. If he ended up with a bad haircut, he could blame it on the six year old and easily go pay for a new trim.
Plus, it looked like they were having a lot of fun.
I, on the other hand, made the mistake of choosing a stylist through Groupon (lesson learned). I sat through my entire hair cut sending JC texts like, "worried abt this hair cut", "I've NEVER in 43 yrs had someone cut my hair dry!", and "My hair is so jacked up. I'm going to be here all day." You know when you are sitting in the salon wishing that your six year old was the one cutting your hair that you are in trouble. I came out of there with an angled bob on one side, a straight bob on the other, and a big lopsided chunk cut out of the back. The "blonde highlights" I requested took a couple days to show up, and they are not even remotely blonde. Two days later, I found myself paying for a second haircut to correct the first one. First cut (top) and second cut (bottom) shots are below.
After paying for one groupon haircut, one full priced haircut, and a 50% tip to the stylist who came to my rescue, it isn't the money or the weird orange-bronze highlights that get to me. I can deal with all that. There is a much bigger problem at hand. This whole hair debacle made me miss the premiere of 24: Live Another Day. That inept hair stylist threw me off my game so much that I missed my night of Jack Bauer. Now THAT, my friends, is the true tragedy here.