Here we are on Monday night and I am sure you long time watchers have figured that is when I usually come down off my hair high. I wish more than ever I had my old website back so I could look through the articles and laugh at all the times I have been down this road.I keep thinking back to all my recent experiences both good and bad…
I thank you all for your comments because you don’t know how importnt they were this weekend. So many of you expressed the spirit to just be happy and enjoy your birthday. I feel like I have blogged about disappointment too many times. I almost made a quick post with no pictures and just a vague reference to everything being just fine.
If you are looking for great pictures…. this is probably when you want to be clicking over to one of the other ” blog about my wife’s hair” sites. If you stick around you were warned.
Ok- the pictures are exceedingly poor because I took them only after Mrs CB had washed and very poorly styled her hair. She was sad and I needed to pretend to take pictures for the site and you guys. Well what the hell happened ? I don’t even know myself. Mrs CB tried to get a “lot ” of hair cut…. and she cut the sides shorter then she likes and the stylist put in all sorts of strange layers…. I am sure she was pushing for the back to be super high…. so wham … the clippers plowed right through my weight line/ shelf / ledge. In fact Mrs CB pushed herself to a point that she feels she has no hair up front and the back is clippered dare I say too much?
When Mrs CB pulled in….. my daughter came down stairs as she needed to talk to mom. Usually I have the home from salon time to myself. When Mrs CB came in I could tell she was not happy…. and that is unusual… I knew the cut was not to my liking … but tried to play it cool. My daughter was badgering my wife as she was watching my every sad look. When we were alone it started to fall apart… she started to cry a little.
Luckily, I have been down this road and jumped into damage control. This was no longer about this haircut.. it was now going to be about all hair adventures. I told her how good it looked and how much I appreciated her boldness and daring. I lied with every ounce of me. Even as I write this… I can’t but help think I have written this before almost word for word.
Blogging is funny business it starts to change you. I feel some weird sense of duty to produce even better pictures… to really hit it out of the park. Honestly one of the first feelings I have is that maybe I should not be all wrapped up in sharing all these victories and defeats. Out here content is king…. and I can only post so many times about what I hope to get.
I am really on the fence about even posting 3 pictures…. somehow it tarnishes Mrs CB. I know the pictures I like and this is not them.
Everything will be fine…this weird cut will grow out and when my expectations are low.. I should get a kick ass cut. It would have looked a lot better if I had gotten pictures straight home from the salon. ( I even looked for hoops, and we both can’t find any, we will buy some ) Mrs Cb’s hair has been growing fast and with any luck in a few weeks we can carve something out I like… I would be very happy just to get back to my old comfy cut.
In other news our fancy stylist as the fancy salon that just did the cut I hate… went up a level…. and that means more money.. I think we may have to start up the journey for a new stylist…..or even let the coloring lady try it again…..hell I don’t know. I know it is not terrible….and much has to do with the poor styling.
I guess what really gets me is how she does not see the vision I have tried so many times to explain. When I asked about the blunt shelf in back she said .. ” I might have forgotten that part “ I just have to love her for trying..
This post does not leave you al much to say but.. hey CB it is not too bad.. cheer up… you ar still good. .
I will try to come up with some other topic that we can actually discuss.
It seems the best thing I can do is not worry about it…..