Bad Hair (Every)Day

Yah. I have a really bad haircut. Like really bad. Like Courteney-Cox-playing-Monica-on-"Friends"-in-1998 haircut. It's so bad.

I never intended to go down this path, but here I am. It almost makes getting up in the morning the worst idea ever, because no matter what I do, it just doesn't look good.

I've always been one to be whimsical with my hair, knowing full well that it will grow back. I had it long, up until first grade when I wanted it cut short like a boy. I have no idea why my mom thought it would be okay for a 7-year-old to make such drastic decisions, but I think I was the third child and at that point, she knew it wasn't going to hurt anything. So that was an awesome period in my life that no one ever brings up or makes fun of me for. Ever. Not once. Not even the time when we found an old figure skating picture of me and my sister wearing these really fru-fru costumes and basically it looked like someone dressed up a little boy in drag. Nope, everyone was very complimentary and extremely poised when reminiscing about that skating number. It was also the one where they paired me up with the only other little boy in our group. Yes, super supportive they all were.

I've had it long, short, medium, brown, blonde, brown with blonde, blonde with brown, bangs, no bangs, layers, and bobs. It's like I'm 7-years-old again when I go to the salon, I have this great idea in my head, because I saw it on someone that looked nothing like me and was somehow able to see myself rocking that same look. Sometimes I nail it, other times it bites the dust.

This time it bit dust. Hard.

I decided that I was going to save a little money and hold off on a haircut when I got back to Minnesota for Christmas and go to a girl I had gone to several years ago. I am also trying to grow my hair out for Casey's brother's wedding in June. My latest style was extremely cute, but I couldn't put it up in a ponytail and that's a deal breaker. I thought, a little trim to even out the inverted bob and a refresher brown color did not seem complicated, not even that inspiring, either.

I will say that I just love the girl who did my hair. We are the same age, we both have kids, she dresses so stylishly, and we have so much to talk about when I get my hair done. The experience in her self-owned hipster salon is awesome, and I think that's why I keep coming back. I forget that her haircuts are not that great.

After cutting for what seemed like seven-too-many minutes, she blow-dryed my hair, but stopped before it was completely dry. I know that it's better for your hair if you don't dry it completely, but if I allow just a little moisture to hang out, something from 1987 springs to life and I all of a sudden have a body wave. To finish the look, she only halfway straightened it and did no bumping, teasing, and spraying, which is essential in my hair-doing. When it was all over, I was still laughing from our conversation about TOMS that I was smiled and said, "Oh, great. Thanks so much." I paid her and left.

When I got home, I realized that it wasn't that great. The ends were not blended well and the layers were very obvious. I thought that perhaps the next day, I would do it myself and it would look better. It did not and again, I looked like seventh roommate on "Friends". When we got back to Phoenix, I himmed and hawed over the style and have been using bobby pins and lots of hairspray to try and make it look cute. Just recently, I decided to buy a new flat iron because my other one wasn't straightening that well, anyway, and it was my last hope. It helped somewhat, but something was still amiss.

So now I am contemplating. Do I ride this haircut out, feeling like a frumpy mom that's stuck in her high school years or do I bite the bullet and make an appointment at my regular salon to pay $50 for my snotty stylist just to blend and contour? Part of me is saying, yes, of course it's worth it. But the other part of me is saying, maybe in a couple months it will grow out and my next haircut will be done right.

Ugh! Decisions, decisions! Until I do make that final decision, you can find me sipping a coffee at Central Perk.