We've all been through it, a day that start with excitement over the idea of a new look.

But it soon ends with tears, a hat, and your best friend at your house trying to make something out of a disaster.

This got me thinking about my worst haircut ever!!!!

My mother is a beautician. For year she was the only person to ever cut or style my hair, she knows my personality and likes and dislikes it was never a problem. Then I got my first job in television.

All through college I found a way to go home on weekends to check with my mom for a snip and touch up.

But when I took a job in Victoria, Texas; I was too far away from mom for a routine touch-up. I had to venture out!!

I ran into a lady that said she specialized in "black hair" and had been in the business for years, she suggested I stopped by for a new look.

A few weeks later I called her and made an appointment. At the time I was wearing a classic bob, all one length, fell about to my shoulders; but I felt like it needed some layers, some depth to my hair.

Somehow layers turned into a mullet. On what planet does layers mean a mullet. I guess that is what it means in Victoria, Texas. Fortunately my hair grows really fast, so I only had to cry myself to sleep for 2 months.

I went home had my mom cut the back shorter and waited for the top to catch up. You will never see pictures. I burned them.

Tierney