That is what I now possess. I left the salon with high hopes. I figured I would reserve all judgments until I could wash it and see what happens... half way home the tears started flowing because I wasn't fooling myself. This was the worst haircut ever.
I woke up wanting a change. I wanted something short, feminine and sweet. I found the perfect cut and showed it to Mo - the 'professional' I was entrusting my soon to be gone long mane to for the procedure. I am at a disadvantage because I have to remove my glasses for a haircut so it's always a surprise when they're finished, whether I face the mirror or not... but this was more along the lines of a horror movie scene than anything else. All along the floor my poor hair lay butchered in beautiful curls... the image in the mirror is one that closely resembles a sheered sheep than a short, feminine, sweet haircut.
When I got home, I did what I said I would do... then I called the salon and cried like a child about how heinous my hair was now. The manager was shocked and asked that I come in so she can see... then she was floored when she actually saw it. I have to wait at least a month for there to be enough hair for her to rectify the situation... a month!
In the meantime, I guess I will be knitting one of my chemo caps but it will be for myself - since that is what I currently look like with the amount of hair Mo left behind. I mean no disrespect, my hair is that bad.
I keep telling myself it's only hair. It will grow back. It isn't who you are... all the same things I would tell my kids... and just like my kids, I think I'm only saying it to make me feel better but I don't believe a word of it either. *Heavy sad sigh**sniffle*