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Saturday, October 29, 2005 

Bad hair month

I am SOOOOO mad. Sooo pissed off. I know it will grow back, but still...

Three weeks ago, I had about 5 inches cut off - going from middle of my back to shoulder length, and although I liked it, it was too much of a hassle in the morning.

My hair needs to be courted heavily with the hairdryer to curl the right way.

Three weeks ago, I had my eye on a nice shoulder length layered cut, but I let the hairdresser convince me to try something else, something that I could come back a few weeks later (LIKE THIS MORNING) and change to the haircut I initially wanted.

Well, as I got to the salon this morning, I realized I had forgotten the hair styling magazine - and since I live 5 minutes away, I decided to drive home quickly and get it.

You must understand that I am lazy, and that when I forget something, I usually simply work around it - I just deal with the fact that my memory isn't what it used to be, and that life goes on.

BUT, in this case, I've learned over the years that hairdressers need to have a good idea of what you want. If not, they let their imagination take over - and I am not one to lend my body (or in this case, my HEAD) to the science of hairdressing.

So after zipping home and back, I was happy and relieved to walk in with the exact picture of what I wanted, a haircut I've had and loved in the past. I made it clear to her, I told her three times not to cut my bangs (she loves short bangs - and if you allow her to cut them without specifying the length, you end up with 2/3 of your forehead reflecting the sun).

I don't know what happened, but she decided the haircut I was getting was NOT the one the picture. She decided to make it a lot shorter, because "it would look better". She decided this WITHOUT asking whether or not my pacemaker was adjusted to support severe arrythmia once I stepped off the chair.

As it turns out, I DO NOT HAVE A PACEMAKER. I could have used one when I realized that what she had done was NOTHING like the picture. Oh sure, it was a woman's haircut, and technically, there was nothing wrong with the actual haircut, unless you weren't expecting and/or wanting EXTREMELY short hair.

I am a very calm and collected person (or so I think) and I did not react violently although I told her a few times I really wanted some hair down my neck and now there was NOTHING left. Nada. Rien. Zilch. All gone.

I guess I won't need a haircut until Christmas. Oh Joy - can't you tell I'm happy at the prospect of saving all that money?

Will I ever trust her again? At this point, I don't think I can go back there - I appreciate her creative side, and I know hairdresser have very funky hair because their look is their business card - but I'd rather settle for someone who will happily reproduce the picture I bring in, no questions asked.

I like my way of doing hair. Sixteen months with no haircut.

Pretty easy way to maintain the "do."

P.S. I supported you. :)

I have never had an experience yet where I showed the hairdresser a picture and got what I wanted. NEVER. It is like they are laughing in my face while they try to make me look like Jennifer Aniston.

I am actually very lucky, my hairdresser is actually pretty good at doing what I usually wants, and since she knows me for a long time, and she is very good, I get what I want each time! I'm just sorry for you she isn't near your place.

P.S.: But I know how it feels to get an haircut you didn't want, happened to me before I went to that magic hairdresser of mine!

i am currently dealing with the same dilemma. i just finished sobbing my eyes out today from such a bad haircut. i look like a boy.

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