I have a problem

I have a problem with big hair. It has been a problem that has plagued me since the days of mall hair, which I never ever had with the exception of that one fateful picture day when mom persuaded me to have the Amazing Mandu do my hair because it would look "nice"

I think you can tell I am still bitter.

I remember one time at arts school I had my hair cut before a wedding and wouldn't it be great if I had it styled, wouldn't it look "nice". But it came out a big scary ratted out-shellacked bob. I looked like an idiot. I sat in the back of the car in tears pulling apart individual strands of my hair trying to minimize the hairspray density.

I have a problem with big hair.

I was in a wedding this weekend....

I think you know where this is going

I did some hair practice and was going to do my own hair, but wasn't too confident in doing it myself. I was however confident in the style I wanted. The dress was flapper-esque so I wanted something of the like. I wanted a curled low loose but tidy side bun. When I did it at home it looked great. I thought in a capable stylist's hands it would turn out fantastic.

But when the hot rollers came out and she ratted the mess out of it, it ended up looking like this:



ummm 1960's Dolly Parton anyone?

I will leave you with this song, that got stuck in my head as a result of my hair.

Jolene - Dolly Parton