The reviews are in

It's not great.


But it's not awful.


I think I need to learn how to speak "hair". Apparently I don't.


I said I wanted my hair thinned.


I meant "less thick than it is now thin"


She must have thought I meant "Hair Club for Women thin"


When I reached back to grab my mane after she was done, I literally gasped. Turns out it wasn't really gasp-worthy. You know how that zit on your face always feels 10x larger than it really is? Well, it felt like there was only a tiny rat-tail of hair left, but it wasn't that drastic.


Still, between the over-thinning, and the layers, and the almost 2 inch clean up of messy, dead ends, there was so much of my hair on the floor by the time she was done that it looked like a Pomeranian was laying there.




But it needed to be done. Maybe not so much thinning, but the rest needed to be done.


And I can live with it. Ever since the Great Weed-Whacking Incident of 2006, I feel like I know bad hair cuts, and this is not bad.


When I got home last night, David said it reminded him of Jennifer Aniston, Circa 1996

I must have made a face, because he was quick to say "that's not a bad thing".

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This morning though, after attempting to style it on my own, I felt it was more reminiscent of Steven Tyler.

Oh well, it is just hair. It has been better, but it has also been much, much worse.

I will try and post a pic tomorrow. I am not trying to create suspense here, it's just that I didn't get home until almost 10:00pm last night, so I didn't take one then. And Lord knows I have a hard enough time getting to work on time each morning...add in the extra time I wasted singing "I was cryin' when I met you, now I am tryyyinnn to forget you..." into my hairbrush while I was channeling Steven Tyler, and there was no time for a photo shoot this morning either.