Tangled: the story of a haircut

Friday morning I decided I just had  to go home for the weekend. Joseph, my oldest of younger brothers, was playing the Saint Saens Piano Concerto No. 2 with the Lakes Region Symphony Orchestra after winning the concerto competition. It was something I couldn't bear to miss!

So I hopped on a flight that afternoon (thank heavens for my family who found me last minute tickets and drove me to the airport) and arrived in NH that night. My visit was a surprise to everyone but my dad. I got to see James for the first time since he got home from his mission in Washington DC!! And my grandparents just home from their mission in Australia! 

Joseph did a magnificent job! His performance was superb and the audience was delighted with it judging from three rounds of bows for my brother and a standing ovation of bravo's!! 

Among other things, my mom and I decided I should bob my hair. Since I enjoy a new style occasionally and the particular cut looked darling on the model, I was enthusiastic...

We went to a pretty little salon, Not So Plain Jane's and showed the stylist the picture I wanted to imitate.

"Just brushing my shoulders," was my only other guideline for the dark-haired Hungarian girl holding the scissors.

After the first snip, cut much closer to my head than I anticipated, and as Szlivia proceeded, I felt more and more like this...

But, she did a good job! I liked the style and so did my family, albeit I was in slight shock from the length difference. 

 But by the time I got to Provo and  tried to style my "new look," I found myself near tears, staring at my woebegone face in the mirror at school, wondering what I had done to myself.

Thankfully....that face turned into this face, 

when I got it figured it out!

                        That Face                                                                            This Face

And, now  I love my hair!

Hurray for rootlifter, flatirons, hairspray, and teasing combs!