Here’s my new haircut.
I have no one to blame but myself. I have no established relationship with a reliable hairstylist – I just go to the places that take walk-ins. I gave no good directions except, “Make it shorter”. She commenced cutting.
My first tip should have been how she turned my chair away from the mirror. No, wait! My first tip should have been her own unnaturally-black-as-night hair with a yellowy-white stripe running down the center. I foolishly trusted that it would all come out fine. When it was over, I looked in the mirror, and there was a definite difference in the level of hair in front and the level in back. I asked her to fix it a little, then stopped her when I just kept losing hair.
I came home to wet it down and mess with it. I thought ‘If I can keep the front pushed back it’s not so bad”, until I realized….. I have a mullet.