Yesterday I went for a haircut. I put on a dress and dropped the boys off and got a giant diet soda and headed to the salon. I love love love getting my hairs cut. I love sitting and gabbing with Maggie, my hairdresser about all the latest reality sleaze. We are both junkies and it's nice to be in like minded company. Midway through my transformation, we realized that maybe we should have taken pictures to document the process. But, though I am usually shameless, I will not pull out my camera phone and take pictures of myself all up in public for the sake of blogging about them later. ( I reserve that kind of behavior for my house) But never fear, I'm documenting the whole thing right here in homemade pictures. This is my before shot:
Then there is the rinsing, washing and actual cutting to take care of. I told my hairdresser that I wanted bangs like Farrah from Teen Mom. God help me that I'm taking my fashion cues from a girl whose only claim to fame is that her reproductive organs work. Then we discussed Teen Mom at great length. Isn't that what responsible adults do when they get together?
I walked out of there a whole new woman with my Leeza haircut and my Farrah bangs. I'd take a real picture of myself but when I came home, that microscopic zit I mentioned in the first picture, beckoned me after staring at in the mirror for nearly two hours while I got my ears lowered. I couldn't help it. I tried to resist it's shiny redness calling out to me, but I was weak. I poked and prodded and otherwise made a giant mess of my whole left cheek. I tried to put concealer on it, but it only served to highlight the crater on my face. So the best that you get from my makeover is this: