bad haircut, bad illness, bad birthday
Archived from November 10, 2006
Thursday was my birthday. November 9th, for the number crunchers.
On Wednesday I spent seven hours at the salon to be a model for a "master class" on haircut styles and colors for this season. I walked out w/ the worst haircut I've had in 10 years. I didn't ask for them to make half my head a bowl cut and the other half look like I cut my hair myself - at age 6. I didn't have much say because it was a free cut and color (which would go for about 300 bucks at the salon).
I've been modeling these classes for years now and I've always had good cuts. But this day marked the worst haircut I've had since 1996, when I walked into a salon with a photo from the late 1950's and ended up looking like a butch lez from 1987. As with my bad haircut from 1996, it's so short that nothing can be done about it. Nothing except hats and headscarves. So I am currently in the process of investing in some nice "indoor hats". If you have any you'd like to loan me for 4 months, let's do it.
Wednesday night I could barely sleep. My head was leaking snot out of every orifice. I should've been sleeping in the bathtub because I kept waking up bathed in sweat. Sweat and snot and bad hair - that was my birthday eve.
When I awoke Thursday, I was completely out of commission. I felt like pure crap. I apparently talked to people on the phone that morning, yet have no recollection of it, because I was mummified in Kleenex and stuffed with mucus to the point of waking deadness. I was in and out of sleep all morning into afternoon. I finally had breakfast around 1pm, a few birthday hellos via phone, a nap, a movie, a pity party. It was not my finest hour.
What made it a good day was talking to people on the phone and getting nice messages. Little do these well wishers know, I am so hideous now, it's probably in their best interest to not be seen in public with me, as it could injure her/his reputation.
Also, I feel guilty because I went through the cancer center of the hospital today. With my headscarf on, I was afraid I came across as making fun of the cancer ladies. I must admit, it did cross my mind to go into the "image enhancement center" of the cancer plaza and see what they could do for me, in the way of indoor hats and wigs. Oh yes, if you have some handsome wigs, I'm happy to try them on and wear them around in the next 4 months.
I'm also mad because my friend Becky who is having a party on Saturday said she would make it an unofficial birthday party for me if I desired. Sadly, I'm so sick right now, it would be for naught. I would probably have to be taken out of there on a stretcher.
Here is me with a cold and a head covering.
Here is the back and sides of the haircut.
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These are my front hair options. I can wear it weird, or I can wear it over my face.
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In the background are josef originals. If you ever want to get me a gift I will enjoy, get me a Josef Original - not the mice, only the girls in big dresses. I love josef originals.
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