I think my hair is made of elastic.
I got yet another accidentally dramatic haircut last night. I innocently went to Great Clips to get a trim and rid myself of my, again, accidentally dramatic/trashy layers.
We agreed on 2 inches, which mb the measure of a ruler is not so great. But, apparently by the measure of the haircutter who told me a 10 minute story about her pit bull taking a poo in her car on the way to Montreal, is enough to make me look like a page boy.
The fact that this happens every. single. time. I get a haircut makes me think that the length of my hair wet is drastically different from the length of my hair dry. And/or that my hair is made of elastic.
Either way, this little page boy is going back in a ponytail ASAP!