Lately: I got a bad haircut

Oh hair.  With great hair I can conquer the world, but bad hair means I want to hide under a rock.  And I don't think it's just me - so many of my friends have used their hair as a means to recover from some of life's disappointments (like a breakup).  Sometimes that means cutting off 6 inches and sometimes it means dying it purple.  What is it about hair that helps make it feel better?  Eh, I won't go too far down this rabbit hole, but here's a fun little story about my recent hair struggles in Dubai...

As most of you know by know, I've had more free time since we've moved to Dubai.  Which really just means I have extra time to admire these glorious bangs (or fringe, or whatever).

And about a month ago I decided to give myself some bangs while Steve was at work...with office scissors.  It was totally fine (really).

When Steven came home he immediately and very sensitively asked "...is everything...OKAY?"

He's savvy.  He knows that sometimes new hair = fragile

But my new do was born out of courage and not instability. AND I LOVED IT.  I went to a Japanese salon downtown a few days later to clean the bangs up properly.  And afterwards my hair was perfect.

A month later, it was time for a trim.  And because I figured 'it's just a bang trim' (i.e. I'm stupid and sometimes forget all the bad haircuts), I went to a regular salon.  I mean, it's just trimming a little bit of hair and I brought lots of photos to show what I wanted - what could possibly go wrong?

Well my friends, the answer is everything.  ALL THE BANGS COULD GO WRONG.

Aaaaaaaand now I have hair like this.

But of course, I'm way less cool.

*sigh*  So naturally (or is it just me?) I felt this way for the rest of the day.

But really, it's my own fault because I know better.

Ugh, so I'm doing this while I wait for them to grow out.

The end.