After getting a BBM* from my dear friend Kari
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that's Kari |
regarding my post from last night, I thought that I would shed a bit more light on the cutting of hair situation.
Please see my luscious locks before:
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pay no mind to the F-ARM I have going on in this picture.
rockin' the side pony up-do. It was LONG you guys. LONG. |
RIGHT after:
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I sent this pic to Cath and she called immediately:
"Do we have a Brittney situation on our hands?
What the hell is going on in Texas?"
"No! I swear I'm not crazy again. I just needed a damn haircut!" |
After a blow-dry:
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Great. This hair means I really AM a frumpy, overweight 30-something Mom. |
I went to a "stylist" to have her "fix" it, and she made it WORSE. So, about a month later I went to ANOTHER place (the one Willis goes to, where it costs like $578 just to sit in the seat) and she had to cut off another 2ish inches just to get it to grow back right. It's a nightmare. I'm never cutting my hair AGAINNNNN. Really, I'm not.
*BBMs {abbr}: "you CUT your own hair?! OMG I can't even imagine! I cut my own bangs when I was 6 and it scarred me for life... I can't even deal... How did this not get communicated sooner???
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