Girl has got some bad(ass) hair

On Friday, I decided I had lived long enough with the last bad haircut I got at a salon in DC this past September.  It had grown out to the point that it hung around my face limply, doing nothing and looking sad.  So I went online to Naturally Curly, looked up salons in the Clinton area, and found one that had received good reviews for curly/wavy haircuts.  I called, made an appointment for that afternoon, and went.

And this is what happened:

Now, the cut itself isn't bad, but I haven't had hair lifted so highly off my head since that one Halloween where I went to school as a mad scientist and my hair looked like I had stuck my finger in an electrical socket.  The only reason my hair was actually bigger that Halloween is because it was about 6 inches longer overall.  My hairdresser had given me such a bouffant on Friday as to be worthy of a leading lady on Dallas.

I think I am finally giving up on the idea that I can find a good hairdresser wherever it is that I find myself in the world (don't even get me started on the one-cut wonders that people the salons in Lima, Peru).  It's time to go long and layer-less (or nearly so) - at least then, I can sweep the mess up into an untidy ponytail (a feat denied me by a series of too-short haircuts over the past year).