Spoil Me Day - the Finale

I'd like to start by saying that I, unlike many women, am mostly pleased with my hair. Sure, it's a weird combination of textures, colors and behaviors. The visible part (on top) is thick and wavy, the underneath part is stick straight and thin, and then there's that whole 'soul patch' I have going on where the hair growing out of the two bumps on my head is a completely different texture from all the rest (yes, I have two crazy weird bumps on my head, no I didn't hit my head on anything, no I don't plan on getting them removed anytime soon, because I don't want two bald patches for the rest of my life.). So that's crazy, and I get that. But really, my hair is pretty awesome. It straightens well, but it also looks pretty good when I just let it dry on its own or put mousse in to make it wavy. I am also pretty happy with my face shape, especially since I've lose weight. I look good in hats, I look good with my hair up, I look good with my hair down. I really like my hair most of the time. And, regardless of what haircut I've gotten, I've been able to make it work with my lifestyle... Until now.

When I woke up on Sunday morning I decided not to go to church - probably one of the smartest moves of the day. I slept in until about 1:00 in the afternoon, got up, made myself (you guessed it) oatmeal, then spent the remainder of the day watching episodes of Alias Season 2. About half way through the day I decided to take a shower and let my hair dry naturally (mostly because I was too lazy to dry it myself and wanted to know if my hairstyle would accommodate my laziness). So I threw it up in a baseball cap and continued my day. Later that evening I figured that having nothing to do that night afforded me the perfect opportunity to play with my new hairstyle and figure out how best to style it. So I did just that. After about 30 minutes of blow drying, round brushing and straight ironing, I realized what all too many women have realized the day after their haircuts. The cute style the girl gave you in the salon is not replicable. Sadly, I had received a relatively cute (or so I was told) hairstyle, but an impossible haircut. The best I could do was fashion the hair into something that resembled either a mullet or an 80's punk-rocker. The realization that I had just gotten a truly terrible haircut sent me into a fit of tears and hysterics. I threw a good old-fashioned tantrum. Seriously, I was lying on the floor of my room sobbing. Then every once in awhile I'd calm down, look in the mirror (to show myself that it wasn't as bad as I thought) and then I'd begin to cry again. I continued this for at least an hour, if not more. I sought counsel from Audrey, who was sympathetic but tired, and Christine, who unwittingly called me to chat on her way home from her girls' night out. They were both an incredible help and at least helped me to calm my tears and regulate my breathing. Audrey even offered to make me breakfast as we went over our options in the morning (what a sweet friend she is!). So I went to bed completely upset and now realizing that not only was my Spoil Me Day ruined, but so was the following day and (if I didn't take action), the next several weeks would be ruined as well.

The next morning I woke up with majorly puffy eyes (I'm sure many of you know what I'm talking about. The morning after a sobfest leaves me not only with giant bags under my eyes, but also amazing bruises (trust me, I'm a true sight to behold). Being an emotional girl with a history of waking up like this, I have a few tricks up my sleeve for reducing puffiness and bruising. My main go-to trick is frozen spoons. Run water over two spoons, stick them in the freezer for a few minutes, and then put them on your eyes. It burns like crazy, but really helps reduce the puffiness. Well of course I don't have spoons in my room, so I searched through my mini-fridge for anything cold to put on my eyes. Butternut squash soup? No. Applesauce? No. Then I came across two Flav-R-Ice packages (you know those nasty ones that taste all chemical-y that kids love in the summer where you cut the tops off and suck up all the juices and then you're left with just a plain piece of ice...gross...) that someone who lived in the room before me had left in the fridge. They weren't frozen anymore, as I had moved them from the mini-mini-freezer section to make room for other things, but they were still cold. So I bent the Flav-R-Ice packages across my nose so they rested on my eyes and lay down until they weren't cold anymore. They burned my eyes, so I guess that means they worked. I'm sure it would have been an amazing sight to see me with my mullet/80's punk rock hair and Flav-R-Ices on my face. Fortunately I have no roommates so no one saw it.

I took the day off of work and had breakfast and coffee with Audrey, who stifled a laugh as I took my hat off when I came in the house. She recommended I call the salon she used to go to, which was in Norman. I did and got an appointment for that day, which was awesome! I went back to work that afternoon and kept the hat on for the rest of the day. That evening I drove down to Norman and met a really sweet girl named Devon who assessed the damage and did her best to fix it. I now have a very short haircut that, while I'm not crazy about it, looks much MUCH better than it did 24 hours ago! To show you guys how much I love you, I'm attaching a picture that I swore I would never release: the only existing picture of the mullet. It was taken with my phone, so it's not of the best quality, but I'll tell you that the top is all layers, then there's a good 5 inches of straight hair below the layers. Trust me, it's bad. I'll also show you my new haircut so you can see how much better it is (and how much happier I am in it!). Enjoy and try to be kind...

haircut #1 (plus sad eyes. I had been crying for about an hour at this point)...

haircut #2 (minus sad eyes, plus the knowledge that it's my birthday!!!)...