Bozo the clown.

For some strange reason, I can't stand getting my hair cut.
My usual technique to avoid getting a haircut is - well, to not cut it.... lol.
That's not always a good idea though. :)
It grows, for one.
And then there's that thing about the split ends.
So after a while my hair, which usually hangs straight down, becomes weird.
It's frizzy sometimes, curly other times... but most of the time I'm just a victim of static electricity. Bozo the Clown comes to mind. :p
Well anyways - my point is; I got a haircut today.
YAY for me!
It was a split second decicion that I might come to regret, but it's done.
Sitting in that not so comfy chair and getting that coverthingy strapped around my throat is just my idea of a good time right?
Not at all...
But I said to myself;
"hunny - you look like sh*t, so you're gonna have to endure".
And I did.
For about 45 minutes. aaaaargh.
The biggest problem today was that I didn't exactly know how I wanted it done.
The pretty hairdresserlady suggested I'd cut it into a bob.
Which in it self could be okay - but on me would be booooring.
But I said yes.
And then half way in there I changed my mind.
You should have seen her face...haha.
But honestly - she did a good job. I'm satisfied for once.
That might actually be a first for me.
My hair, which used to be below my shoulders, is now above my ear on one side, and just below it on the other side.
I like it.
But I don't think I'll be cutting it again this year....