My "Before" "Crying in the parking lot" and "Mustering up a smile" pictures.

I don't know if anyone really cares about the drama of me getting my hair cut. But here is the result... it's much shorter, and lighter in weight and color. Now that I'm home I should thank the sweet stylist named Rayanne (pronounced Ryan) who did the most gentle job with the foils and gave me a haircut that is "ponytail" friendly and probably won't look like hell with two inches of roots.

Never mind all that, I did literally leave the salon in tears because it was the cap on: "Let's highlight Sarah's inability to communicate or be heard by anyone" day. My hair is not anywhere near red or red highlights, and I don't seem to have any bangs to hide the deepening frown lines which now make my face look like I'm in pain all the time... and on top of all that, I didn't even get a blow dry. I actually came into the salon with pictures, so how I managed to not be clear enough is beyond me.

I guess she did find the line I was looking for when I said, I want to go from Christian Fundamentalist long, to sexy long. It's a nice haircut... it's just not quite the makeover I'd hoped for.