Once upon a time, there lived a girl with long, wavy and slightly crazy hair.
Bored and restless after growing it for 3 long years, she impetuously ran to a stylist a friend had recommended instead of her regular trusted stylist.
Moral of the story, walk, don't run to anyone holding a pair of scissors. Second moral of the story, trust your gut. If every stylist you've been to before is contradicted by the one standing over your head with scissors, scream "fire!" and run for the hills.
Hopefully, I can wash it and style it into something fabulous. For now, I can live with it even though it's not what I asked for. Hair grows back. If you've ever had a haircut where you've gotten unexpectedly not so great results, shed a little tear for me. Maybe it will help ease some of my suffering. Cheers everyone!
Although I didn't get the hairstyle I wanted, I did get to donate my hair to Locks of Love. Please take a minute to check out their site:http://www.locksoflove.org/ It's a great organization and even if you don't have the hair to donate, there are tons of ways to help support their mission. xoxo