Why is it that when ever you have a bad haircut, you feel like that awkward teenager in jr high that didn't want to leave the house unless your hair was perfect. I remember having crying fits about my hair not being perfect. My poor parents. I was never crazy enough to stay home, but I am sure that some days it was a close call as to which way it would go.
Today, I have already resorted to going home during coffee break this morning (I live 5 mins away), and trying to fix it. I pulled out gel, the scissors, and the curing iron. I don't know what makes me think I can cut my hair better than my hairdresser, but I try to "fix" problem areas none the less.
I am sure no one even notices that something is wrong, let alone that I got a haircut. But yet I revert back to the 14 yr old trying to get the one peice of hair perfect before I left the house.
Is there anyone else out there that is just tempted to get a brush cut somedays? (Boys don't count ... it is culturally acceptable for them)