The Annual Hair Massacre

About once a year I start to get bored and dissatisfied with my hair. It's not so much that I think its bad, its just dull and ordinary. I just itch to do something different. Inevitably I do something stupid. Different, sure, but stupid none the less.

4 years ago I convinced myself to go to the Beauty School on Provo and get my hair cut in a chin length, flipped out do. I then learned that soccer mom chic and my chipmunk cheeks are not the best combo.

3 years ago I had learned my lesson about drastic cuts and decided now was the time to experiment with color.  I headed off to the discount mall salon with visions of auburn. I came back with dark blue-black Morticia Adams hair. After a long weekend with patient roommates, a bottle of dye stripper and a box of grocery store dye and my hair managed to go down to a somewhat less horrible shade of really dark burgundy brown.

2 years ago I was in bride head mode, which had some other insanity inducing side effects, but gratefully left my hair alone. So alone that I neglected to get it cut at all, and ended up with some gnarly split ends. Given the alternatives, I probably made the right choice.

Last year I hacked off a good six inches of perfectly good hair in an act of sensless insanity by myself in my bathroom. I've mostly recovered, but I still cringe when I spot the scissors that did the deed.

It's that time of year again. According to the schedule, at any momeny now I'm bound to decide that now is the time to give bangs a try or see if blonde could possibly suit me. So far I've managed to retrain myself, but the urge is getting stronger, and I'm not sure how much longer I can last. I just hope this year I can learn from the past, find a decent stylist and avoid a massacre. I have visions of lovely long layers and maybe even finding a better way to deal with my natural curls/waves then flat ironing them into submission. Here's hoping, and if anyone out there has amazing suggestions, I am more than willing to let the blame fall onto your shoulders.