don't get your hair cut when you have a fever.

i'm sorta obsessive about my hair. i consider it my "signature." and even though the style has changed over the years, i like to think it's always looked good. enviable, even. i mean, strangers often ask me where i get it cut and for the phone number.

this all ended tuesday. i'd been putting off a haircut since march - due to the unemployment - but i could wait no longer. i wanted to keep most of the length i'd added over the last six months, but needed it shaped-up a bit. some layers. some cute, edgy bangs. something more "me" than just long hair that hangs.

so, i sat down in the chair and handed my hairdresser a photo of what i was thinking. and then, my fever got higher and i sorta went into this delirious state. and when it was all said and done, i walked out with a weird shaggy, mulletesque, mop on my head. the worst part? the shortest layer is ear-length. (the TOP of my ear.) i worked so HARD on growing that out.

so tomorrow, i'm going to see if i can get it fixed. but i might have to go short again - and this makes me very sad.