Three weeks ago, I returned to my posh salon to get my hair trimmed.
My stylist from last time no longer worked there, so I was switched to a very trendy woman with a very trendy haircut, very trendy clothes, and very trendy make-up.
To say we were a bit different is a bit of an understatement, as I had my hair in a ponytail and was sporting an Old Navy pullover and my maternity jeans - don't judge, it was Laundry Day at the Smith House (and they are SO comfortable...)
She snipped and snipped and snipped.
And it looked good when she finished.
Besides the fact she had given me a middle part. Are those in now?
However, Judgement Day came when I was left to fix it myself.
I shampooed, I blow-dried, I straightened.
Then I looked up in the mirror, and saw this:
Yes, my friends, I had been Billy Ray'ed.
It wasn't pretty.
It still isn't pretty, but it's growing.
You can remedy a Billy Ray situation with pulling it back as much as possible.
I bet you'll notice that in my pictures now, right?