Friday, October 21, 2011

Friday Funny

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...)

I digress.

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?

Dang it. 

Happy Friday!

1 comment:

  1. A few years ago, after about an hour and a half of snipping and styling, my stylist said, "Oh my gosh, you look like a rockstar." I don't have a rockstar attitude and DEFINITELY can't pull off the look so I panicked. When she spun me around, all I could see was my inch-long bangs and about 9 layers of choppy hair framing my face.