This short little haircut has served me well. But it's thinned to the point that I have major bald spots on the top of my head, and can't leave the house without a hat. If you follow me on Instagram, you may remember seeing the ginormous clump of hair that fell out this morning. UGH. There is hair on our floors, hair on the couch, hair on our clothes, hair in our food. (Someone needs to write a Dr. Seuss mom-has-cancer book. "It's all over the floor! It's all over the chair! But guess where it's not? There's no hair up on there!")
I'm amazed, really, that I have any hair left on my head. This morning Raines pulls (yet another) hair out of his cereal and says, "Mom, I hate to tell you this...but it seems like your hair is trying to take over the world."
Yeah...OK. Back to Salon Ziza I go. This time, because I was so patchy, Shannon cut my hair in their privacy room. I think it's amazingly awesome that they even have a privacy room. I mean, seriously, wow.
Wanna see what Shannon did?