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Bad Hair Day

Those who have ever experienced a bad hair day, please raise your hands. Okay, just about everyone has had one of those days. Now, every one who has ever been responsible for their own bad hair day, please raise your hand. I'm glad to know I'm not alone.
Last year I got really frustrated with my hair. I needed to get it trimmed. Money was an issue. Money is always an issue for an artist. (At least those I know.) So at four in the morning I decided to trim off the ends. Did I mention that I'm not a morning person? I shouldn't have even been up at that hour. Did I also mention that I am notoriously bad with hair? I'm the one whose hair is always, but always, doing what it shouldn't. So are any of us surprised to learn that my hair ended up a bit uneven?
I have a wonderful friend who is a beautician. Actually, she's more of a hair artist. She works at one of those chic salons, follows all the latest trends and always looks like she stepped off the page of a fashion magazine. As life happened, we ended up at the same Christmas party. I thought we were going to have to give her smelling salts. She turned white and had to sit down. Really.
She pleaded with me to not ever, ever cut my hair again. She would be glad to do it for me. Anytime. Just please don't ever take scissors to my hair again. But, I said. No, she firmly replied. Okay.
But I did wonder what would happen if Miz Bea Blonde did the same thing. And what her reaction would be as she looked in the mirror to see the results. Yep. She's totally horrified. I can't even image what my friend will say.

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