Shower Hack Job

I finally got fed up with my hair this morning in the shower and attacked it with the pair of rusty, bluntened scissors we keep in the laundry (near our 2nd shower).

Seriously.

And it’s not the first time I’ve done this.

I’d been meaning to go to the hairdresser’s for weeks, but hadn’t had the energy, what with starting some new anxiety medication and a bonus course of antibiotics.

Plus I haven’t had a hairdresser I’m happy with for years. I usually just go into the nearest one on the spur-of-the-moment.

I was too terrified to look in the mirror for over an hour.

There was a huge clump of hair in the bottom of the shower recess.

What would WonderHubby say?

What would my mother say? (yes, I know I’m over 30, but she still scares me sometimes)

Amazingly, it didn’t turn out too badly.

Thank GOD.

I’m actually feeling quite happy with the result, considering. (I’ve definitely had worse ‘dos’.)

WonderHubby likes it, too.

My mother hasn’t seen it yet, though.

I’m really going to try really hard not to do this ever again.

Really.

What do you think?

Please be honest…