Today was salon day for the boys and I. My hair has absolutely been driving me mad lately.
For a while now it’s been short, but the bad thing about short hair is that there’s no quick fix for bedhead or a general bad hair day. You take a quick nap and wake up with the side of your head sticking out like porcupine quills, there’s no scrunchy to get you presentable enough to hit the store. Full wash and blow dry…stat.
I have a LOT of bad hair days, so it was time to grow it out long enough to pull back if need be. Well, that includes growing out layers, and to make matters worse, I have a habit of tucking my hair behind my ears. This was making the layers wing out like giant commas from either side of my head. My stylist’s fix—shorten it into one length (sometimes you have to cut it short to grow it long).
So in honor of the winter Olympics, I am now sporting the Dorothy Hamill 1976 Commemorative bob.
My horoscope didn’t predict THAT.
:doh: holy crap. the Dorothy Hamill? That has to be worth extra :coffee: from DD.
Did you medal in it? :cheer:
I feel your pain. I hate growing out hair. Hate it. :baby:
It’s still wintertime, you can throw a hat on when your hair is less than perfect.
Although when I had my DH hair in ’76, I thought it was gorgeous :cheesy:
I don’t look good in hats.
Although…I guess the question is whether I look worse in hats, or in the Dorothy Hamill bob.
And, no, not the 2006 sleek Dorothy Hamill bob, but the actual 1976 bob.
I feel your pain. Two weeks ago, I went and got a perm. Without gel, it looks like a white girl fro. It ain’t perty at all. I took the blow dryer and straightened it yesterday to see if perhaps I could either chemically straighten it or just keep blow drying it.
The. Cut. Underneath. Is. Hideous.
Mark said the same thing to me, “Wear a hat.”
I hate the perm, but the butchering job underneath makes me want to say screw it and chop it uber short. Sadly, it was almost all one layer. Almost. But I get too impatient and have to do something to make my hair look less blech.
Hang in there. It can’t be that bad. Can it?
Hey! Wonder if we wore chairs or snickers bars on our heads if that’d help….