Sunday 5th January 2014
This time, the hairdresser stated if I wanted a fringe it'd be best to keep my hair fairly long and started showing me the length. I was so grateful that she hadn't instantly shot the idea down I felt renewed confidence. She cut the fringe and almost immeadiatly I thought, "I've made a mistake, get me home so I can swish it to the side and pretend this never happened." I looked nothing like Zooey deschanel. I literally looked the same as I did at age seven, with the same haircut and the same chubby cheeks. It is so unfair that all examples of haircuts for women to copy are modelled on insanely thin and attractive models and invariably we take in the photo saying to the hairdresser "make me look like this." What happens is we end up looking like that, but with our own less-impressive face. Of course a haircut won't make us instantly look like Scarlett johansson or Jennifer Anniston, but for ten minutes we really believe it will. And we have to watch the whole thing awkwardly in the mirror trying not to make it obvious that we despise our own reflection. This is why I hate going to the hairdressers.
After getting home I decided to leave the fringe alone till the boyfriend got home, so we could both have a good laugh before it disappeared forever. In the time it took him to get home, I felt it growing on me. I've decided to leave it, until I see an awful photo and decide to change it back. I give it about two weeks.
What's your biggest hair disaster?