Monday morning brought new hope.

I washed, deep-conditioned, and blow-dried my hair.

"Not bad. I thought this would be much worse. It looks great!"

"Actually, maybe it would look better pulled back into a ponytail with this outfit." 

"Hmmm, there really isn't much this ponytail, er pigtail...does my head seem really big?"

"Maybe I'll wear a beret..."

Before I knew it, I was back down on my hands and knees and had emptied out the bathroom cupboard.  I collected enough odds and ends to make a classic chignon.

"I look fantastic:  I should never have gone cold turkey.  I'll start fresh again tomorrow."