Have you ever gone to the hairdresser for a trim or a new hairdo with hope that that you’ll be walking out looking like a hot mama or at least with a hairstyle you like? But instead walked out like this?

I have, 3 years ago.  I don’t know how I was able to hold back the tears as I looked in the mirror at the final result. Thick dark healthy  hair does not and never will suit a mullet, a razor and short sides. It was 12 long months before I began to feel feminine again. Daily rituals of bobby pins, a tiny weird ponytail and lots of coffee before i could leave the house. I'm sure people must have thought i was trying to look cool.

Now when I go to the hairdresser I take a list of what I don’t want as well as what I do want (as this is one experience I'd rather not repeat).  Somehow many words still manage to get lost in translation or there must be a new definition of 1 inch! 

Suzie Q you’re amazing but I’m not stumblin in anywhere with a mullet ever again!