I know you guys (all two of you) have been wanting to see pictures of the haircut, but I have a really gross pimple on my chin right now, and so I refuse to take a picture. But you can get a pretty good idea of what it looks like through this recent exchange with my mom:
Me: Hi Mom! We came to visit, because the kids missed their grandma! How's it going?
Mom: Oh Renee, what happened to your hair?
aaaaand scene.
This was AFTER I went and got it fixed.
This is not the first time I wrote about a self-inflicted hair massacre on my blog. So why do I do it to myself? Why must I insist on picking up scissors and cutting hair like I have any idea what I'm doing?
BECAUSE THIS USED TO WORK FOR ME, I SWEAR!!!! I gave myself haircuts in college all the time. Sure, I wasn't like, turning heads with my skillz or anything, but I promise you, I used to be able to cut my hair pretty decently at one point in my life. I had mastered the bob, and even kind of knew how to layer it. Vidal Sassoon would have been like, "Ees not too great, but ees asseptable eef jou donet care eff jou look like a escape mental pashien, but a escape mental pashien weeth STYLE, jou know?" I don't know if Vidal Sassoon speak French with a bad accent, but in my blog, he does.
I'm thinking maybe going blind girls should just say no to scissors? I don't know. Maybe I'll give it another go in six weeks. If this pimple on my chin goes away, I promise pictures, and then you can make the call.
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Mom to two of the most adorable kids named after Beatles, wife to a frustratingly-talented musician stuck in a suit and tie, sister to the biggest bunch of head cases you'll never meet, daughter to a genius and a saint, and friend to all. Legally blind, Certifiably bipolar, and Undeniably oversharing, the only question left to ask is, Why wouldn't you be reading this?
8 comments:
I've gotta see this. Oh and that French accent read more in my mind like a Mexican man. I was thinking, where does the mexican man fit in with this? But I went for it.
I tried cutting my bangs once...they went from being in my eyes to about an inch long and about 2 inches thick; not to mention they were crooked too.
I'm not saying this just because I'm your husband... but I think it looks really good.
Katy: I specified it was bad french, which is amazingly similar to great Spanish. Ergo, what the heck am I talking about?
Cassandra, I love you for admitting that.
Your accent made me think of Hank Azaria in the Birdcage, "Whaat ju afraid of my Watamalaness?" "Your what?" "My Watamalaness, my nadural heet."
Eric is a good man. Keep him.
I really want to see pictures so I can laugh. PLEASE????
You are, beyond a doubt, the funniest person I have never met. (Now, apparently, in more ways than one.)
Wow it is too bad you don't have SOMEONE in your family that could cut it for you.
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