Case in point:
I suppose we all know what it’s like to have a bad/unexpected haircut. Yesterday, after wanting to get my hair cut since the day I started growing it out, I decided on a whim to call the salon where my sister gets her hair cut to see if there was a random chance that I could get an appointment late in the afternoon. I was in luck – opening at 5, which I jumped on.
I realize, in hindsight, that I probably should have brought an image with me to show the stylist what I wanted done. However, I thought my description was pretty basic and that the stylist lingo was pretty standard across the board (or states, depending on how you look at it.) My old haircut as shown below (sorry there isn’t a less ridiculous picture that I can find):
That’s what I wanted back again because I HATE long hair. There, I said it. I don’t feel confident with long hair, I find it to be boring on me and just does nothing flattering. Finally, I just do not have the patience or the desire to spend time blow drying it and then straightening it. It’s not like I can wash it and go and it looks fabulous; there is no predicting how my hair will do when it dries naturally. Sometimes it has dried and looked fabulous, but it’s all a matter of luck. Quite frankly, I don’t want hair that only sometimes makes me feel confident and the rest of the time I end up putting it in a ponytail. Lame.
I never felt that way with short hair. It took so little time to prepare and when it was prepared, 9/10 times it looked REALLY good. All that being said…
I felt that my description was ample information: “A bob that’s short in the back and long in the front.” (I may be paraphrasing – perhaps I mentioned the length first and then the style.) However, she started cutting and told me that she would dry it after the first round of cutting and then cut some more. She did the first round, told me to put on my glasses and asked me what I thought of the length. Well, the problem was that she actually cut the typical bob, and the back was longer than the front. The front at that point no longer cleared my chin, so I panicked a little. It was at that moment, when I asked if she planned to cut the back shorter when she continued that we both thought I wanted 2 completely different haircuts. Apparently, you would NEVER call what I wanted any type of bob whatsoever. It’s a wedge. Regardless…
By that time, it was a little too late for her to do exactly what I wanted. She said she would combine the two to try and create a style that was closer to what I wanted.
I would return to see her because I think had we both understood one another, it would have been a really good haircut.
I admit, when I first saw it, I was alarmed. I’m not so much alarmed with the back because that’s exactly where I want it: NOT on my neck. My shock and what I need to get used to are the sides, which are the shortest I think I’ve ever had my hair. It will take some getting used to and although it’s not my top choice, I’m trying to keep perspective on things.
It’s HAIR. It will grow back. I’m sure if an unfortunate person with cancer, going through chemo, ever heard me complain about it they’d want to kick me in the face because I at least have hair. I could have so many other problems that make a bad haircut seem pretty trite.
That was my big news for the weekend.
