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.