DON'T MAKE MY BROWN EYES BLUE...

I am happy to announce after nearly a year without a haircut I will be taking a day off tomorrow, running errands and yes going under the knife, well the scissors, same thing in my opinion, just as traumatic.  I have done many a hairball thing this last year, like cut my own bangs which made me resemble this fella:

Had a home dye job gone awry and I ended up looking like this lass (sans the knock out figure):

After the bangs grew out (kinda) and the last of the hair dye was exorcised from my noggin' I knew it was time to go get it my hair cut when I looked in the mirror and all I saw was this:

My hair kept threatening to strangle me in my sleep and there was more of it on the floor, ceiling, desk top and dogs than was on head.  It was time to make myself a sacrificial lamb so to speak.  I unfortunately can not give it to a charity since it's been dyed but that's fine I don't plan to cut off too much, just enough that when I sit in my office chair I don't accidentally sit on my hair and cause myself whip lash.  I have in mind what I would love my hair to look like, actually if I could magically turn into her that would be fine too:

But alas, I am going to go back to my same ol' hairdresser who doesn't know Bardot from Christie, let alone Birkin.  My bang idols and hair icons.  I am just going to do what any rational woman would do, close my eyes, hold me breath and cross my fingers, toes and legs and hope for some sassy results...