Many of you read about my hair adventure earlier in the week, the one where I walked into a salon for a trim and walked out with an updated version of the mullet.
Never thought I’d have to relive the mullet, but a nice young girl, who has no idea what kind of permanent psychological and emotional damage the mullet of the 80’s caused, fixed my hair.
She admitted it looked bizarre.
She was trying to be nice, but I assured her, no kind words were necessary, just a pair of sharp scissors and the ability to cut a straight line. I would have done it myself, but my specialty cut is a buzz and I was trying to avoid that.
There it is, about six inches shorter than I intended, but it works.
Keeping it straight is going to be tough, because the shorter the hair, the easier it curls. It only needs one drop of moisture and it’s all over with. There’s no extra length to help weigh the hair down and keep it straight.
This hair saga is officially over.