This can other wise be known as the what-happened-an-hour-after-my-hair-appointment post.
I left my salon ecstatic. I had told my hairdresser I wanted something different -- preferrably shorter, color optional. He chose to keep me natural, with no highlights, just some color to cover my 30-year-old greys. He cut my hair longer in the front and shorter in the back. It's very chic. I loved it!
I loved it so much that I was calling Aunt2Amara in Hawaii to tell her just how cute the style was. I loved it so much that I was planning on taking a picture and posting it here because I wanted all of you to see it.
Then I got home.
I walked into the house and Dad2Amara didn't say a word. He didn't even mention my haircut. He talked to me about work, Amara's day at school, everything but my hair. So I finally asked him if he liked it. His response? Um, I'm not sure yet. It may be too short.
Ok first off, it's not too short. I would have gone shorter had my hairdresser asked me. And two, how is it our hubbies know how to burst our bubbles?
So I say to hell with him and decide to take my picture anyways because I'm not swayed by Dad2Amara. I take the picture, upload it, and sigh. Oh boy, it doesn't look as cute in the picture as it does in the mirror.
Needless to say, I am having haircut remorse right now. And now I'm beginning to think Dad2Amara was right and the haircut isn't cute. Sad.
today's good: The usual April snowstorm hit this morning and luckily, it was my day to take Amara to school so I missed all the traffic headaches!
today's bad: I think my bronchitis is not completely cured. I have taken all but a day's worth on my antibiotics and ironically, I came down with a fever last night. And I'm sure this funky weather isn't helping. I just want to be healthy again.
Photo credit: MConnors at Morgue File