In Which I Get a Haircut and No Longer Hate My Hair

Back in March, I got a haircut. I thought I was going in just for a little trim and cleanup ... and came out with weird, uneven, super choppy layers. As if that weren't enough, it looked like I had a grown-out mullet on top of a longer cut. WHY WOULD A STYLIST DO THAT TO ME?

Needless to say, the past few months have been tedious. Growing out a bad haircut is never fun, and it just never makes me feel pretty. Luckily, the situation has started to be remedied, thanks to my gal J. She came over this weekend to save me from a summer of ponytails. After a little trimming of the ends and a little blending of the layers, my hair no longer looked awful and terrible!

I'm really pleased with the cut, and can't wait for the next couple months to zoom by so I can even it up even more. Yay for not hating my hair!