Sing that to the tune of "Hungry, Hungry Hippos." It's the soundtrack to my life this week. I miss Julie at Mark Pardo! And Silvia at Studio 929! The executors of the greatest haircuts I've ever had, and now it's all undone in one over-priced hour at the salon I chose at random from the phone book.
I also picked it because it sells Aveda, which has always led me to skilled scissorhands in the past. Not this time. My head looks enormous, yet the hair is too short to be put into a ponytail, or even a claw clip. With the right styling, I could pass for an early Claire Huxtable. With no styling, I look like Little Richard.
1 comment:
but it's so ugly! maybe i will get ben to take one of the BACK of my head. i can't stand to see how my face looks in full hairific splendor.
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