Occasionally I suffer a bad hair day–with guilt.
How dare I indulge in a bad hair day. The world is in shambles: war, murder, mayhem. And I have a bad hair day? Really?
One day it’s fine–falls correctly and feels manageable. Then in a nano second, it’s all wrong. It’s flat on top and ugly on bottom. My bangs stick to my eyelashes. So annoying. Even after I clean my glasses and peer in the mirror, I am depressed by my ghastly hair.
You can’t just make an appointment for a hair cut by picking up the phone any more. Turn on your computer. Remember the stylist’s link. Enter my name and email. Click on a new window. Pull down the tab for my preferred stylist. Open the window for what service I want. HAIR CUT. i want to put it in caps with neon highlights and an exclamation point.
The first date available is four weeks out. Double drat. Often I have been known to hack away at some irritating lock but I do know better. Seldom is the result satisfying. But suffering a bad hair month is entirely too self indulgent.
Did you notice that I often wear a hat? There are many solutions in life that are simple. A hat not only shields me from the damaging rays of the sun and protects me from rain, snow and blizzard, it also hides a bad hair day.
What was your last hair cut like?