Wednesday, May 19, 2010
major hair trial FAIL
Yuckity yuck yuck.
My four hour round trip escape up to Flagstaff yesterday proved to be very educational. I am clearly more opinionated about my hair than I thought...as I hate what the lady did with mine. To be honest, I've learned, through this whole wedding ordeal, that I am more opinionated about MOST things, more so that I really thought I was. I care about details. I'm slightly bummed about that - I wish I could just breeze by and not care about it all.
But I care after all. And I did not care for "my style." Granted...it wasn't the worst thing ever, but it didn't feel "good" and I felt super silly, instead of pretty. Picture me with 1990's prom hair. I swear I rocked this same exact style to the Winter Formal in 1996.
I took in these pictures: (low curly bun)
aaaaaand instead of a lower curly bun, I got curls on the top of my head...and in the back of my head. The saving grace of the experience was the rad little flower piece with twigs from duplume. It looked cute! But the rest? Made me laugh.
So now I'm in a bit of a quandary. I have a different stylist that has been recommended to me (by a couple different people!) and so I am interested in contacting her...but there will be no trial run...what she does is what she does that day! Or...do I stick with the lady that did my hair, and just cross my fingers she listens to my pleas next time? OOORRRR...do I practice like a mad woman for the next 11 days and try to do my hair myself?
stupid stupid stupid.
*note: someone mentioned in the comments how I could look so "happy" in those pictures even though I was grumpy with the result. Well...honestly...my sister and I were laughing about it's ridiculousness. But the stylist just thought I was experiencing "bridal glow" (she said that..."bridal glow"...made it even more hysterical to me!)