Getting a haircut is always risky - it could be amazing, bring you one step closer to your dream of looking like Audrey Hepburn and Grace Kelly's hottest lovechild, or...it could end up like that time you got "The Rachel" when you were 11, but somehow wound up looking a lot more like 80s Tina Turner.
But that risk is part of the reward; when it pays off big, not only do you look good, you feel as though you've pulled a fast one on fate. Haha, fate, you may have beaten me in the career success, love, figure, face, and friends departments, but I have bested you in hair!
And then it's suddenly 4 weeks later, and fate has won once again.
Yes, there is the option of just repeating your earlier triumph, but some of the glory ebbs away when your instructions aren't based on a fuzzy cell-phone photo you took of a picture on your obsolete computer, but on repeating something that's already been done.
Still, it could be worse. I could ask for a mid-90s Gwyneth...synonymous, on my head, with "Dennis the Menace's bowl-cut."
-Posted by Jilly
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
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