HAY-YER

For those of you that have known me for a long time, you have known my woes with hair. From the much to high bangs to the wings, then onto accidentally orange and YIKES SHE'S GRAY...and then Platinum or Cherry Coke. How about a shaved widow's peak....yeah, that was certainly a low point!

I don't have great luck with hair. In the last 12 years anytime I speak about change Ryan has a sort of twitching reaction. He wants to support me, but knows it could be good or REALLY REALLY bad. Embarrassingly bad even.

So, now I have posterity in which to inflict my bad do it yourself judgement upon. Oh sad, sad day!

The unsuspecting victim: Mallory Kayla. She is showering. Her hair flowing downward to the very bottom of her back. I think...."HEY! I bet she would look really cute with an A-Line Bob! Surely there is a DIY video online I could watch while she showers!"

Nearly 30 min later a call was placed, "Shalece", I said nearly in tears. "I really need you!"

"What do you need" she responded with an urgent sort of 'you know I am here for whatever you need whenever you need it' sort of tone.

"Well, I thought Mal would look cute with an A-Line Bob, so I watched a video online and then went for it. It's not good."

"No you didn't!" She replied.

"Yes, I did" I admitted. 

"NO...YOU DIDN'T" She insisted. 

"Yes I did", I choked. 

"Do you need to bring her out here right now." 

"Yes"

"Alright, come on out."

45 min later, Diet Coke and Sweet Potato fries in hand as an offering, Shalece surveyed my damage. Then she told me NEVER NEVER NEVER to do it again.

And I won't......unless I do.
Oh darn me and my stubborn hard headed-ness!

Can I just say that in the end I couldn't be more grateful for a friend that worked hard when I left her not much to work with?! 
Now my Mally has her little Bob. She loves it. She loves that it takes NO TIME to brush out and totally doesn't hurt. I love that it is a cute cut and that Shalece is a life saver! 

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Dear Mallory,

Next time....SCREAM NO! Don't be so sweet, trusting and willing. And above all....when you enter the tender years of Jr. High, if Mom wields scissors....run my darling...RUN!

Ever flawed,

Your Mommy