She continued to yap away at me, which is something that all hair dressers do that drives me crazy. I'm okay with a little silence, you don't need to ask me my life story while you're cutting my hair. I usually let the hair dresser do her thing because she's the hair dresser, I'm not. She (should) know what she's doing. So my hair dresser asked me if I would be opposed to some layering and I said no. Layering is fine I didn't really care, I've had layers in my hair before. But as she was chopping away, I noticed that my hair was getting shorter and shorter by the second.
And that's when I started to panic. My hair probably loses about 3 inches of its length once it dries. And it was already looking waaaay too short. When she finished, it was still wet and looked alright. But when I got home, it had started to dry, and I realized just how crazy she had gone with the layering. I absolutely looked like a poodle. The length is fine, but because she went so crazy with the layering, I now have what can only be described as a white girl afro that can just barely fit into a pony tail. So I think its relatively safe to say that I will be wearing my hair up for a couple weeks until it starts to grow back....
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