I’ve just had the most brutally bad haircut and it’s unlikely that I’ll leave home hatless for the next six months. I’ve already mentioned in another post that I’m fanatical about my hair and really particular about who I get to cut it – but something strange came over me yesterday and I went for a spur-of-the-moment haircut at the first salon I came across.
My hair had grown too long and boring for my liking — so when I found myself with about an hour and a half of free time before I had to be somewhere else — I decided to take the chance on a radical new haircut. The salon looked quite cutting-edge and my stylist was (allegedly) one of the directors – so I reckoned she’d know what she was doing.
A warning sign should have been that she didn’t bother to consult with me before I had my hair washed. I read somewhere that a good stylist should have a little chat with the client while they’re still in their ‘civvies’ and not covered-up with the robe – that way they get some idea of your sense of style and how you normally dress your hair.
The other warning sign was that most of the staff had their faces tripping them and could hardly crack a smile. I was my usual happy, charming self – and did indeed make some attempt to engage the shampoo girl and the so-called stylist in some witty repartee but they just looked at me as if I was a mentalist. Me! Honestly – it’s hard to believe. I should have ran for the hills but I was stuck down by a bout of bad judgement.
Anyway, what I thought I said I wanted was for the front and top layers to be left really long – so I could have a side-swept fringe or even tuck my hair behind one ear. Not too difficult, as I’d went into the salon with below-the-shoulder, one-length hair (I did have a fringe but I’d been growing it out to near-jaw length).
I’ll cut (even the very word pains me) to the chase now and say that I had wanted something like this:
And what I got was more like this:
And when I woke up this morning I found it had flattened down to look more like this:
You can see why I am now a semi-recluse and why I have to leave you now to lie down in a darkened room.
Hah! That same thing happened to me! Perfect pictures to illustrate. Its like gambling. In my string of short cuts I had one that was my absolute favorite cut ever, from the moment it was cut till I got it cut months later… and then it was back to the grandma-do looks -_-