Wednesday, February 16, 2011
grumble grumble
Just did some photo editing for my mom. Photos were from the trip they just took to St. John in the US Virgin Islands. Soooo jealous...
Monday, February 7, 2011
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Worst Haircut EVER
This post inspired me to write about MY worst haircut ever, which happened during the last 3 weeks of 8th grade.
When I was in 8th grade, I had long thick dark hair, which I wanted layered (like Rachel from friends). My aunt took me to her very fancy hair salon, where the owner, a man named PACO - WARNING SIGN #1, was waiting. He sat me on an elevated platform in the back of the salon, in front of a mirror that looked like Cinerella's (WARNING SIGNS 2 and 3) and started to chat. He told me all about living in Key West, and the time he broke his neck falling off a curb in NYC. (WTF?)
Then he put my hair up in a high pony, AND CHOPPED IT OFF.
You can't fix that. There is no going back once you cut a FOOT of hair off someone's head. I started to cry almost immediately. It was horrible. My aunt kept saying "he'll fix it!", but when I left the store I had a very, VERY short PIXIE. My mom came to pick me up and attempted to comfort me, however I think she was convinced I was going to throw myself out on the highway during the drive home. (She kept her hand on my leg the entire ride, as I sobbed into the window). Now imagine being a tall tom-boy of a girl, who then shows up for the last 3 weeks of 8th grade with a BOY'S HAIRCUT. I was mortified and wore a lot of hats that summer. The cut was actually really becoming in retrospect, but seriously, who does that to a MIDDLE SCHOOLER?!
(pics coming soon)
When I was in 8th grade, I had long thick dark hair, which I wanted layered (like Rachel from friends). My aunt took me to her very fancy hair salon, where the owner, a man named PACO - WARNING SIGN #1, was waiting. He sat me on an elevated platform in the back of the salon, in front of a mirror that looked like Cinerella's (WARNING SIGNS 2 and 3) and started to chat. He told me all about living in Key West, and the time he broke his neck falling off a curb in NYC. (WTF?)
Then he put my hair up in a high pony, AND CHOPPED IT OFF.
You can't fix that. There is no going back once you cut a FOOT of hair off someone's head. I started to cry almost immediately. It was horrible. My aunt kept saying "he'll fix it!", but when I left the store I had a very, VERY short PIXIE. My mom came to pick me up and attempted to comfort me, however I think she was convinced I was going to throw myself out on the highway during the drive home. (She kept her hand on my leg the entire ride, as I sobbed into the window). Now imagine being a tall tom-boy of a girl, who then shows up for the last 3 weeks of 8th grade with a BOY'S HAIRCUT. I was mortified and wore a lot of hats that summer. The cut was actually really becoming in retrospect, but seriously, who does that to a MIDDLE SCHOOLER?!
(pics coming soon)
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