(Warning: The photos you are about to see are slightly disturbing. You may want to proceed with caution.)
The last time I got a haircut was on September 24th, 2010.
I know. I KNOW.
They are looking for me on the compound. You know, all of my sister wives.
Oh, I love how you think I am kidding. I assure you, I am not. You see what it’s doing right here? It’s sweeping at my tailbone. MY TAILBONE.
So, yes, it’s very clear that it needs to be cut. And, if I’m being honest, the real reason why I haven’t gone to get it cut is 70% that I’m busy/lazy, but it’s that I am 30% terrified.
We have a history….bad idea hair and I.
Oh yes we do.
There was that one time that my hair was ORANGE.
And then there was the time that it was all pixie-like.
And then there was the Rachel.
And THE PERM.
It has been blond. It has been brown. It has been so red it looked purple under certain lights (hello, senior yearbook picture). It has been long. It has been short. It has been curly. I have had big bangs, wee bangs, side-swept bangs,no bangs.
Please help me help me.
(photos taken by this lovely lady)
Remember: Friends don’t let friends gets bad haircuts. Find me a good one. PLEASE. I will pay you in cookies. Or banana bread. I have a house full of bananas.