my own regrettable hair

It was worse than the darkest night in a spooky spy story.  My hair that is, after I let my beauty school student sister cut it ... well, let her is not quite right. She begged repeatedly and I refused as many times until it seemed easier to just give in.  OH what a mistake.  She gave me this "capped" shag, said she'd done it before and wanted to practice.  Did I mention it was the week of school pictures?  Yeah, well I wanted to crawl up under a rock and die for months afterwards.  The dress in my 11th grade picture was pretty, but not the chopheaded hair ..

You'd have thought I'd have had enough ... you'd a thought.  Well, couple years go by and this same sister is a hairdresser extrioridinaire ... Good, really good.  So when she wanted to give me a geometric cut I should have run like a wild and crazed inpatient from a psych ward in the opposite direction.  I don't even know if there are words to actually describe the "art" piece she made of my hair.

Geometric.  That's the only way to define it. 

Well, even after all these years I still sometimes have the audacity to sit in her chair and give her free reign on what to do with the silky mass of wavy brunette locks on mine.  Most often she does a Sister proud, but everynow and then I have to remind myself it's hair and it will grow.

The good news is ~ yep, I get my hair done free of charge ... well, sorta.  lol.

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