Forget anything I ever said about my new haircut being sleek, modern, and low maintenance. After washing it for myself the other day, I discovered (much to my chagrin) that said haircut makes me look 15 years younger (not good, considering I'm only 25). On top of that, if I don't use a blow dryer and hair straightener (which is every day, given that I don't own either of those appliances), I end up with a horrible case of frizzy triangle hair (pointy on top, poufy and wide near my chin). I feel like I've died and gone back to the 80s (my own personal version of hell)! NOOO!!
I've refrained from posting a photo of my horrendous hair to preserve what is left of my decency and self-esteem. I can tell you, though, that I feel a lot like young Hilary from one of my least favourite comic strips, Sally Forth. (I'm sure my sista Wednesday's heart is dropping at the mere thought of me actually resembling one of those characters in any way. Yes, my dear, it really is that bad.) Picture Hilary's hair minus the bangs and the bright yellow shade, and you've got me! Thank sweet Jesus I don't also have Hilary's bangs... that would be too much to bear. Anyway, I can't decide now whether to tough it out through the awkward growing-out phase or to take my own scissors to it and start again from something much shorter. Bah. (And stop giving me that knowing Sally Forth look, dear readers. Sure, kick me when I'm down.)