Let me set the scene for you. Picture if you will a woman standing before her large bathroom mirror, brush in one hand, blow dryer in the other. The hair isn't cooperating, it's flat where it shouldn't be and thicker on one side than the other.
**I would like warn any of my readers with a weak constitution to quit reading now**
Make no mistake this is no imaginary woman standing before her mirror. This woman is me, what happened next, I still cannot explain. I may have been possessed by a demon, or perhaps an alien controlled my mind for a while, there are no other excuses. I left my bathroom in search of scissors, (you see where this going, right?) and came back with them in my hand. I reached up and uncaringly grabbed a hunk of hair and (yep you guessed it!) cut it off, repeat, repeat, repeat, repeat!!! WHAT WAS I THINKING????!!!???? Seriously, what good can come from this? NONE, NONE I TELL YOU! The carnage! The horror! The abomination! My floor was covered in hair, my clothes were too. WHatever caused me to start doing this, wore off and all I was left with was more hair on my floor than on my head! Sooooooooooo, I headed over to my nearest Great Clips, and put my wreck of a hairdo into the hands of a professional. Tracy looked at my hair, heard my story and gave me some ideas of what we could do. I was all in. I love what she did! Tracy, thank you. I love it! It's short, oh yes indeed, but I loves me some short hair. It's easy to take care of and dries in a minute! Here are the pictures I snapped to show my texting peeps upon my return :) I kinda wish I had some before pics.
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