I was so freaked!!!
But somehow I won a makeover.
Head to toe!
Manicure and pedi.
And most importantly, a new hair style and color.
You've seen those makeovers on Oprah that the woman with long stringy hair gets it all cut off for some short bob.
I put my foot down. No one....I don't care who they are..... is not goin' to cut off my hair!
I love being blonde.
I love my long hair. It's half way down my back!!!
But there I was sittin' in that chair with some asshole that looked a lot like Rod Stewart with a bleached blonde mullet pickin' at my hair like it was liver and onions!!
The woman that was massagin' my hands kept sayin' "He's the best. It will be okay."
He spun me around in that chair...they that do on purpose! So you can't see the butcher job they do on you!
Blonde hair started fallin'!
Tears started rollin' down my face!
That Rod Stewart wannabe spun me back around so I could see the mirror!!
I started hyperventilatin'!!
In my reflection was a redheaded boy!!!
I woke up in a cold sweat!!!!
The last time I woke up in a cold sweat and hyperventilatin' was when my cousin was standin' over me with a bloody axe!!!
I will never enter a contest that has anything to do with scissors and my hair!!