...without a comb or a hand mirror.
Just so you know, I did clean up the hairy mess in the hotel bathroom.
This is not the first time I have done such a thing but it is the first time I wondered if it is my own little form of stress relief.
In my defense, I did go to a hairdresser first. I showed her a photo. She glanced briefly at it and then told me she didn't need to see it anymore. Then, she gave me a haircut that she thought I would like, with not much regard to that photo. Later, back with Mom, we found long hairs hanging out that she hadn't cut and big chunks of hair she'd attacked with one chop, leaving the hair looking rather weird in the back. I was going to try to live with it but it was so uneven! And I desperately need "even"!
Sometimes, you just have to take things into your own hands!