No Haircut, No Cry

For the last few weeks, I've been complaining about my hair. It's mega long....but not in a good way.

Does this remind you of anything?

Sorry, Ryan, I'm not a hater, I just don't want to have your hair.

So, I made a phone call - based on a number that a local driver gave me. And ended up in this neighbourhood.
I wish I could have taken pictures inside the place. Obviously, this is not a vaza-friendly place. But I needed my Ryan-mullet cut. So I braved it.

The "stylist" didn't have any hair product or brushes to try to style it, so I left the salon looking like this:
Very short, very scary.

But luckily, after some wax and four minutes of playing with it at home, I ended up with a half decent hair cut.

This is my take on the "Kate + 8 meets Jane Nicole of the Jungle" look. With 90% humidity days and lack of sleep, I think it works. Close up - its a butcher haircut, but, nothing that won't get fixed in WHEN I'M BACK IN CANADA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!