I'm sad.

I'm feeling sad :(

I realize that's it's not a big deal to anyone else, and when compared to war, or famine, or the rising cost of chocolate, it's really nothing at all....

But I have just had another dreadful haircut! As luck would have it, and very unusually for me, I've been really liking my hair lately! It's been longer recently, and sitting nicely almost always, so that it's really been very little trouble, and - highly unusual, this - even a source of some mild satisfaction. I went in for just a trim, (because we are going away on holiday in a month or so, and I was getting in early, just in case it needed growing into), and came out realizing that I will hardly need to use shampoo for the next six months! All my hair's gone! Unfortunately, I had been rather hoping that I might look better rather than worse when we go away. Hmph!

What is it with me and haircuts!?

And I should know not to make an effort before any event! I remember a date I went on when I was sixteen. I had come across a recipe in a magazine for a natural face mask, and applied some mashed-together yoghurt and cucumber to my face a hour or so before I was due to go out. I happily thought it was working well because it made my face all-over tingly, until I washed it off and was left with wildly red splotches all over my face and neck! I don't remember how my date reacted - I just remember how mortifying and hilarious it was. And ironic!

Then there was the YSA ball I decided I would make more than the usual effort for. Neil and I had just parted ways and stopped dating for a time, and I was going to the ball with Alex, a mutual friend of ours. (As it happened, Alex and I sat across the table from Neil and his date.) It was a hair thing again! For only the second time ever in my life, (the first was at my mother's re-marriage when I was ten), I decided to have my hair put into an 'up' do at the hairdresser's. I remember I told the woman doing it, that more than anything, it was to: a) look soft and natural, and b) use as little hairspay as possible. Predictably, I left the salon with a stiff hair helmet - absolutely awful. I ran all the way home, as wildly as I could, to make it all fall down if possible, and arrived laughing and looking a complete fright. My (patient) date arrived while we were still washing my hair out over the laundry sink.

Then there was the time I was going on a beach date and thought to try some self-tanning lotion the night before.... But I'm sure you've heard enough.

Am I the only one this happens to?!