Ever had one of those days? I’m sure you have, most people have really awful hair days at least once in their life. Well, I normally have really long hair, that’s kinda bland, straight, no body, nothing special about it. Except that it is in my way. I like long hair, I really do, but I can’t do anything with it, and most of the time I wear it in a ponytail. So, I finally gave up one day and searched through some websites for a haircut. Even paid 30 bucks to upload my picture to this site and then I could “try on” all these different hair cuts to see which looked best. Well, I finally found the perfect one, and it was short. Well, not super-buzzcut-short, but think shoulder length shag that it supposed to flair out in the back. It actually looked decent on the picture I uploaded. So, armed with picture, I walked into the local salon, and displayed it proudly. Can you make me look like this? I asked. Sure. No problem. We do this kind of thing all the time. So confident I was in good hands, I followed the lady back to the chairs. She promptly cut an 8 inches worth of ponytail from my head and then took me back for a wash. Now, when I say 8 inches, I still have below shoulder length hair. Then, she starts cutting and I immediately start to worry. Hmmm, it looks a little shorter than the picture. Of course, I don’t like to complain, and I didn’t, maybe I should have because it might have gotten me a discount. Anyway, she starts cutting then styling, blowdrying, etc, and I can’t really see the style I picked, anywhere on my head. Strange, I know I picked a longer style. Now, it is neck length at the longest point with layers gradually edging up, and as far as flairing? Well, two tufts of hair at each ear are certainly flairing, but it makes me look more like bozo the clown than the stylish diva I was wanting. Again, hmmmm. ‘Oh, it looks soooo good.’ they coo in unison. Fabulous, looks so much better. Not sure if I can believe them since, after all, I am paying them, and no one wants to admit they cut your hair too damn short. But then the lady who was sitting right behind me getting her hair cut walks over and comments how nice it looks and that she was watching the transformation. Well, a third party likes it, so it maybe that I just haven’t gotten used to it.
Now I just have to show the kids and hubby. My husband is for one ambivalent. He likes it short, he likes it long, he doesn’t care. When we met in college, his was long, mine was short. Now, since he hasn’t cut his hair for awhile that seems to be the case again. My sons tell me I look like their dead grandmother (my mother). Well that clinches it, I don’t like it.
But, since fixing it would make it even shorter, I guess I have to learn to live with it.