cut

Ok. While this is by no means a tragedy in the global sense I feel that it has sufficiently ruined my life enough to warrant some sympathy and perhaps some days off work. Over the past year I have discovered a haircut that I really love. It's a cheap haircut and requires little maintenance other than washing and blow-drying. Yesterday, I went to get my hair cut at the same salon that has done the job for me the past three times; I keep playing back the conversation in my head:
"How long do you want the back layers?", she asked me while fingering my hair.
"A lot shorter than they are now but still longer than the front", I replied.
She frowned, "You know, a shorter style would suit your face better."
"Yah?" I had thought the same thing many times, but I liked the length of my hair right now. "Can you show me a picture?"
She picked up a style-book and showed me a picture of a very short bob. "Like this, it will give your hair more shape."
Thinking that I'm ready for bit of a change and letting my ego win the battle..."ok, I'll try it, but make it longer than in the picture. I want to keep my hair long."
"Sure.", she said.
Well, now my hair is only an inch in the back and has some crazy hat-head shape to it. She fucking butchered me and, to make matters worse the style does NOT suit my face. It makes me look creepy and terrible. It’s such a pity because I really did finally have a nice hairstyle (more of an un-style) that did suit my face and me. I’m thinking bad thoughts about that woman. I'm wishing female pattern baldness on her and all her daughters.

I also shrunk my favorite wool sweater. The tag says that it can be hand washed in cold water and laid flat to dry. I followed the instructions and ended up with a sweater that is super short in the torso and super long in the arms. I'm having a bad week.