I usually try to keep my posts on the bright side. It's in the blog name, after all. But sometimes, a girls gotta vent.
I hate my hair!!!!
Did that look like I was shouting? Cuz I meant it too.
Seriously, this picture doesn't even show the troll-ness that it is. This is after a full styling in my bathroom, with flat iron too.
And not just today. Always. For years. Okay, so there was a short time when I paid top dollar to get it cut at a great salon in Newport Beach and, I'll admit it, I liked it then. For the short time I went to Peggy the miracle worker, I had a lot of good hair days. Washed or not, styled or not, it was pretty good.
But then I got all practical (stupid) on myself. I decided to find someone 1) closer and 2) cheaper. Actually, I would have settled for either of those things but both would have been ideal.
So far my search has been unsuccessful. I have tried two people. One was super close and fairly cheap. Bad. The next wasn't as close and not quite as cheap. VERY bad.
Tomorrow I go for number three. The stylist was recommended and she's close to my house. I didn't even ask the cost (sorry Josh). It doesn't matter. It's cheaper than buying a fine wig, which is in the running too.
But today, it's frizzy, washed out, brassy, too dark and too blonde?, blah, heavy, flat, mousy, boring and just plain dull. At the risk of being melodramatic, I'll tell you this.... I'm a troll. And, considering the past few weeks, today is a good hair day!!!
I'll keep you posted on the new hair person. I'm holding out a glimmer of hope that my troll days are done. We'll see.
On the bright side... my girls got their hair cut yesterday. They most certainly do not look like trolls. On the contrary, they are just too cute for words...
My daughter, checking herself out in the mirrors at macy's bra dept
We got about 6" cut off my youngest daughters hair. Loving it!