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I was scalped on July 10th. I watched it happen in a mirror and didn’t see a thing until it was too late. I am still asking myself how this happened right before my eyes without my knowledge or consent. I had been to LeAnna four or five times for haircuts and all had been just fine. But on July 10th something or someone took over her hands and left me with a haircut like Pink Spice. I am too old for a haircut like Pink Spice. Way too old.

In fact, the last time I had a haircut even close to this was in grade school. And I was too old then, too. Short hair on me screams tomboy and brings back the horrors of being the only girl in 3rd grade with a pixie haircut. My arch nemesis, CINDY R. had long, thick, luxurious honey blonde hair and she wore it in an awesome ponytail that would make Rapunzel envious. Well, maybe not her. But it sure did its work on ME. Dear goodness, how I wanted long hair. And finally my mother relented and let me ‘grow it out’. Since then my hair has never been that short, until …..July 10th.

What do you say to someone who has just done a slash and burn on your hairdo? Not much, it turns out. I couldn’t get her paid and myself out the door fast enough. I ran my fingers through the back of my hair as I drove home, still not believing that it was my hair, short and almost stubbly, that I was running my fingers through. I was too surprised to cry or be angry. I’m old enough now that I know ‘this too shall pass’, but STILL. I had just the thing that might help. My new bottle of haircolor awaiting me at home.

So I lurched the car into the driveway and ran into the house and straight into the bathroom to start making some magic happen. Thing was, I was trying a new, slightly darker color. Or so I thought. To add injury to insult, because WHY NOT, I was left with a very short, very very dark, brown beanie looking head of hair. It couldn’t have been much worse. What a disaster.

It is two months down the road and I can finally kind of laugh about it and I can at least get a little bit of hair onto a curling iron. On the bright side, I won’t need another haircut for at least two more months. Did I mention that I’m looking for a new beautician…….