Curl up and dye

It is a year today since I last went to the hairdresser; and not just because I'm going for the Disney princess/Mormon sister wife look. I hate getting my hair cut. I hate it so much. Hairdressers are evil people who just want to cut as much of your hair off as they can get away with. If they had their way, everyone would be walking around with pixie cuts and frosted tips. Sick bastards.

I had my first awful haircut when I was seven years old and my Mom made me get a bob because I had nits and long curly hair and she was sick of spending several hours a night grooming me.

I was slightly more high maintenance than an afghan hound.

Since then, every time I have gone to hairdresser I have come home crying. I guess it's possible that I am slightly over dramatizing the situation but I think it's much more likely that there is a league of scissor wielding super villains out to get me. One of these days though, I am going to master my fear and get an insane awesome cut and dye job and not just have long brown hair for once in my life. See below for several options.

a) I could bleach the crud out of it like the better Olsen twin. If you're going to go blonde, you might as well go holy-shit-intense blonde.

Pictured: the better Olsen twin.

b) I could shave half off like Alice Dellal. She is a stone cold fox. The downside is it would be a bitch to grow out.

I already have the nose ring!

c. Pretty pastels. I love the pastel hair trend. I know that this could go so horribly wrong, especially with my super dark hair, but it's just SO PRETTY. She looks like a My Little Pony!

Look at this adorable hipster.

Anyway, moral of the story: I think it's going to be another year before I get my hair cut. Split ends ahoy!