Cut it out

I didn’t have to work today, so I decided to take a stroll up to 30th Avenue to get my hair cut. Thirty minutes later, I left with the “Carol Brady.” 

I hate long layers and always make it a point of telling my stylists this. Unfortunatly, I got Mrs. Scissorhands. This woman stared into my eyes more than at where she was chopping.

I’m trying to embrace this, but it’s very hard.