Remember a week or so ago when I wrote a blog called "Drunken Bangs" about cutting my bangs after having a couple of glasses of wine? (Maybe you're still trying to forget.) Anywhoo, my friend Mandy called in a favor with top stylist Daniel Jones of Muse Salon in Alpharetta to help remedy the dire situation this past weekend. The guy is a L'Oreal Professional and travels all around the country teaching other top stylists techniques. Mandy felt that after the damage I'd done, we needed to bring in the big guns. When I arrived at the salon, Daniel took one look at my hair and said "I'm taking your bangs to the Red Cross, honey!" And dubbed our time together in his chair "Bang Aid."

At first, he was going to try and cut more hair over the bangs to disguise them a bit and lengthen them. Then he realized I had cut it A LITTLE too much to work that kind of magic. "Don't worry. We'll get you a little Bangtox," he said. "It's like Botox, but for your bangs," he clarified. Then he told me "straight is out!" (with a chuckle at his obvious sexual orientation) and curled and worked my hair into a volumnous mass. The results of his prowess are below: 

So, yay! I'm back to normal. But because he knew I had been feeling pretty down about my appearance due to my "accident," he got their wonderfully witty top makeup artist Holly Gulbranson to do a little work on my face so that it would match my new hair. (So that makeup is not my handiwork ladies.) She used some awesome, exclusive Rice makeup that only like Canyon Ranch has access to, which was also amazing. So all in all, I've recovered from my scissor disaster and am feeling like I'm back to myself. Thank God! The bangs are at least presentable now. It's strange how much a bad 'do can affect you.

Daniel's take-home advice? "Just pull on 'em and drink a gallon of water a day and they'll grow out in no time!" Ha. And since Daniel grew up Pentecostal he told me..."I'm putting your bangs on my prayer list sweetie. I'll be praying for your bangs!"

My time at Muse was maybe the most I've laughed EVER at a hair salon. Usually the hair stylists are snooty and distant. But Daniel had my stomach hurting I was laughing so hard. I decided to share some of my other fave one liners from my day in case you want to steal any "Danielisms":

On moving to the suburbs: "I moved from the ITP to the OTP. OMG!"

On why he cuts his hair so short: "I have Kenny G hair honey, but without the sax." 

On starving: "I'm on a diet." What kind of diet? "A mean one!"

On how busy his schedule is: "My chair is like Hartsfield. These ladies are circling to land." 

"The wait to get in my chair is like a line at Six Flags. On Saturday!"

Said at least 3 times for different reasons: "Oh my Lord...and Taylor!"

On keeping my real hair color: "Natural is so out."

On assessing my bang situation: "We'll get you all delishified." 

All purpose response for any occassion: "Oh My...Lanta!"

When he can't believe what you're saying: "Shut your facebook!"

On how good his stylists are: "If you're not Muse-in, you're losin'!"

The moral of this story: DON'T CUT YOUR OWN BANGS. Especially when you've just had several cocktails. But remember that everything happens for a reason. If I'd never screwed up my hair so bad, I'd never have met my new favorite stylist. Fate works in mysterious ways.