Awhile back, I had a terrible haircut. Like, a terrible one. An unacceptable one. The kind of haircut that makes you feel sad, because there is literally nothing you can do with it that isn't terrible and unacceptable.
Around that time, Francesca, Brie and I went to Desert Hot Springs for a girls' weekend. While we were there I whined a whole lot about my terrible haircut, and so Francesca took pity on me and taught me a trick.
...And here it is: