Say, you have no ideas at all for a post and then someone emails you the photo that she took of you specifically so you could show the internet your new haircut?
BREAKING NEWS: I CUT OFF A COUPLE OF INCHES OF MY HAIR. FILM AT ELEVEN.
My hair was kind of layered before and did a nice flippy thing. So if I cut it shorter, surely it would be even more flippy. (Flippier?) Perhaps even TOO flippy. Right?
Wrong. It was bad. And if I encouraged it via round brush and hairdryer to curl under instead of flipping, it was worse. Very Dutch Boy-esque. I am therefore, becoming one with the flat iron. Though it cost me up to five extra minutes of sleep in the morning. Which, at a time beginning with the number 6 is a VERY BIG DEAL, OK?
I should note that none of this is the fault of my stylist, Andria. A person should go to the salon with more information than I want to cut it about to here. And have some layers. But not too many layers. I don't know. Whatever you think. Andria just seemed relieved not to have to be doing her one-skillionth Posh Spice cut of the day. Apparently it is all the rage.
Never one to follow a trend, I accidentally went for the style of a different celebrity.
Whoops. I suppose if I do sleep too late to allow for flat-ironing, I could always go with a nice top hat to draw the eye away from the unfortunate roundness of my hair. No? What about giant goggles? Oompa Loompas?
Fine, I'll just get out of bed. But for the record, I think I could totally pull off a top hat.