Bad Hair Day

Here's how it all started. I've been invited to dinner at a fancy tralala place this coming Friday, but this is the end of the month and I'm due to have my hair cut and coloured on Friday evening. It takes about four or five hours to colour, streak, cut and blowdry my hair, which is why I only go through the ordeal once a month. My hair stylist is a very good, meticulous, perfectionist artist, and a very popular one, so it was impossible to change the appointment.

I decided to cut my own hair, armed only with some paper scissors and a minuscule mirror.

The results:

Oh well, they will grow back... I hope... Sniff!