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  • Writer's pictureBrittany Hartgrove Mahoney

The Mom bob

It's the holiday season and I wanted to do something for myself to get in the spirit. My Mom came to help me with Avalyn yesterday and so I decided that I would get a quick haircut.

Mike likes my hair short.... and it was totally dead on the ends anyway. So I decided that it would be fun to do an A-line bob. However, I was forgetting that you need to have a GOOD stylist cut the proper A-line.

I quickly popped into a salon and was nabbed by the first 'bored' stylist. We talked about my baby and I told her what I wanted: a sexy, hip, flirtatious cut that would impress my husband but would be easy to clip back out of the reach of my daughter's hands.

Snip, snip. Chop, chop. The cut seemed to take forever. I was panicky about being gone from Avalyn for so long. The more I thought about her, the more jittery I got. I couldn't even pay attention to what was happening with my hair. When the stylist was finally done, I thanked her and nearly ran out at full speed.... not actually looking at myself in the mirror. When I got home and kissed on my baby for a bit, I got a chance to really look at my hair.

And cry.

Apparently when I described what I wanted my hair to look like, the stylist heard: Uneven, sad excuse for a haircut that makes me look like a frazzled, tired new mother.

The Mom bob.

Leaving my baby was SO not worth it.

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