It's never a good sign when you leave the hair salon to pick up your three year old daughter from preschool and she looks at you scared and says: " mommy you look like the monsters from Scooby-Doo .its spooky" , then in the grocery store: mommy, what is wrong with your head? and more questions in the car when she asked me if that is a helmet on my head..."No pumpkin, it's not a helmet, it's just mommy's new hair style". I dare say she will recover from the shock in a day or two, but I will have to "wear" this helmet for the next three months, unless I decide to go for Sinead OConnor style. For seven years I live in this small town and for seven years I have not had a decent hairstyle (and believe me, I am not the picky one). I went today to have a long perm done. New stylist, highly recommended by a friend. With so many beautiful choices in the magazines my eyes finally settle on a picture of a girl with beautiful large black curls. I turned to the stylist and asked: "Can you do this?"..... "Of course!" she reply "no problem!". So, brave and confident that I will have a wonderful hair style for my daughter's birthday party on Sunday I waited patiently on the torture chair for the next three hours. When the great moment of reveal came and I looked in the mirror, I start to stutter. I was speechless. I had this big puff on top of my had and two fuzzy puffs on the sides, nothing like the girl in the picture. I immediately start looking for the magazine thinking did I show her a picture with Gene Simmons by mistake? Now, all I need is the make up, and then I can go and terrorize all the poor toddlers from preschool every time I pick up my child. Unfortunately I never have the heart to say anything negative to the hairstylist, so I left the salon with my heart in my throat and short of $110 in my wallet. Looks like Im going to wear a nice ponytail for the party ..