I decided to get my hair cut this past Saturday. I am convinced that I am totally out of my mind. I don't know what ever possessed me especially after blogging all about bad hair day transits this past Friday. You may remember that I mentioned that Venus was on my Ascendant and was preparing to leave. This should have instilled some caution and reserve in me but instead the tail end of a rather attractive transit caused me to slip into a sense of false security.
So here is the deal: I went for my haircut on Saturday and Venus was at 24 degrees and 54 minutes of Gemini. As you might remember my Ascendant is at 23 degrees and 17 minutes of Gemini. This waning conjunction of Venus from my ascendant is kind of like going to a hairdresser who has mentally left the building. By the time of my haircut Venus was only a couple of degrees away from a frowning square to Saturn causing my half inch trim to morph into a mullet right before my eyes. I resigned myself to a future full of bad hair days and headed for the parking lot.
Thanks to a couple of mini jaws of death clips attached to my wet head I was able to hide my bad hair karma from any hair police that might be lurking in the vicinity. I slunk behind the wheel of my car, put on my aviators for anonymity purposes and began the depressing drive home to my bathroom mirror.
Oh well, I'll just have to be patient and wait for my next good hair day. In the meantime please excuse me while I put a paper bag over my head and make a quick stop over to Sephora. Perhaps new make up will make my hair look less mullet-like. Just remember if you want to avoid looking like me, keep an eye on Venus and keep Saturn far away from her.