This last week or two my hair has really been bugging me. It was in need of a good trim. I felt this same way years and years ago. I was pregnant with Gabe and I convinced John to cut my hair for me. When I looked in the mirror I burst into tears and John (wisely) has refused to cut my hair ever since. As much as I tried, I couldn't convince John to just give me a minor trim. If I were a normal and clever girl, this would be the time that I would pick up the phone and make an appointment with a professional stylist. But alas, I am neither normal nor clever especially when it comes to affairs of the hair.
I saw a picture of Heidi Klum, supermodel, a while back and I really liked her hair. This isn't the exact pic, but you can get the idea. Bob-ish with some layers. I already had the layers, so I decided to try do the bob-ish part myself. I am pretty good at trimming the back of my hair with a mirror, I got it fairly straight.
When it was all said and done, I really didn't look like Heidi Klum (shocking, I know!). I didn't look like Heidi Klum, but I thought there was some celebrity I looked like...I just couldn't quite put my finger on who it was.
And then today, as I walked though the family room while my kids were watching the Disney Channel it hit me like a ton of bricks. It was not a famous super model I looked like, but instead, it was this MAN!
OK, I might have the date a little off. I don't have an Achy Breaky Mullet. I might not be a professional hairdresser, but I am not THAT bad.
But as I walked past that TV tuned to Hannah Montana, I casually glanced at the screen when I stopped dead in my tracks.
Frozen to the ground.
Yes it's true, although he has better highlights and a soul patch, my hair looks remarkably like Billy Ray Cyrus.
Here's the proof... you be the judge.