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Wednesday, December 03, 2003
Business In The Front, Party in the Rear
Oh My Gawd, what have I done? For all intents and purposes, I have a mullet. Yes, you read that correctly, a freakin' MULLET!
You may wonder what the hell I was thinking. Yeah, me too. Truth be told, I was thinking that I could cut, more specifically, layer, my own hair. I have done this before, many a time even, but tonight something went terribly wrong. See, I have this method that I use. I bend forward at the waist(no this is not where the phrase 'party in the rear' comes in), brush my hair forward, and cut it in a straight line. Then, I flip back up, and touch up as needed for a loosely layered look. It is easy and I think it looks decent.
I came upon this style while trying to find an easier 'do. I wear my hair blown straight, and when I layer it like that, all the ends flip out all over my hair when I dry it. This look is much easier for me than the one I used to sport. My hair is naturally curly, but not uniformly so, so it requires a lot of maintenance if I wear it curly. So, I used to blow it straight. And it was long. Long, like near waist length. It took too much time, I was afraid of humidity, and I was sick of it. So, several months ago, I whacked it to just above my shoulders, and layered it a bit. I liked it so much that I called my long time friend from back in the day, and told her it was the best hair cut...ever...on me or anyone else. LOL My humility was quickly put back in it's place when I was never able to recreate that look of the first night when I called her. And then this happens. Oy.
My plan is to have Matt try to doctor it up when he gets home tonight. I figure even if he screws it up worse, if that is at all possible, I will have an excuse at the salon. "Yes, I know, it is horrible. My husband was just trying to help, bless his little heart, and, well, you can see what happened." Not exactly untrue, and so worth saving the humiliation of saying that I gave myself a mullet. I am off to peg my pants, drink Jolt, and watch The Breakfast Club.
Note to Self: The difference between being frugal and cheap is a mullet. Go ahead, pay a professional, it's worth it.
Oh My Gawd, what have I done? For all intents and purposes, I have a mullet. Yes, you read that correctly, a freakin' MULLET!
You may wonder what the hell I was thinking. Yeah, me too. Truth be told, I was thinking that I could cut, more specifically, layer, my own hair. I have done this before, many a time even, but tonight something went terribly wrong. See, I have this method that I use. I bend forward at the waist(no this is not where the phrase 'party in the rear' comes in), brush my hair forward, and cut it in a straight line. Then, I flip back up, and touch up as needed for a loosely layered look. It is easy and I think it looks decent.
I came upon this style while trying to find an easier 'do. I wear my hair blown straight, and when I layer it like that, all the ends flip out all over my hair when I dry it. This look is much easier for me than the one I used to sport. My hair is naturally curly, but not uniformly so, so it requires a lot of maintenance if I wear it curly. So, I used to blow it straight. And it was long. Long, like near waist length. It took too much time, I was afraid of humidity, and I was sick of it. So, several months ago, I whacked it to just above my shoulders, and layered it a bit. I liked it so much that I called my long time friend from back in the day, and told her it was the best hair cut...ever...on me or anyone else. LOL My humility was quickly put back in it's place when I was never able to recreate that look of the first night when I called her. And then this happens. Oy.
My plan is to have Matt try to doctor it up when he gets home tonight. I figure even if he screws it up worse, if that is at all possible, I will have an excuse at the salon. "Yes, I know, it is horrible. My husband was just trying to help, bless his little heart, and, well, you can see what happened." Not exactly untrue, and so worth saving the humiliation of saying that I gave myself a mullet. I am off to peg my pants, drink Jolt, and watch The Breakfast Club.
Note to Self: The difference between being frugal and cheap is a mullet. Go ahead, pay a professional, it's worth it.