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i knew it would get me one of these days
By heather | August 20, 2010
And…now it’s the end of summer. It’s like July never existed on my blog. The story I’m about to tell is entirely true, and documented not because it’s especially entertaining but so that the next time I decide to do something like this, I’ll be able to read and remind myself NOT TO.
I had a big meeting today, and yesterday while plotting what I should wear it occurred to me that I hadn’t REALLY done my hair in over a month. My summer haircare routine has been blow dry and straighten my bangs, and let the rest fall where it may. I’ve been working for months now to grow it out and it was finally, FINALLY long enough to get into a ponytail, or twist into some messy version of an updo. So I looked at it in the mirror and thought, “damn I’m frizzy”. Spending most weekends immersed in chlorine at the pool hasn’t helped my ends any although my natural color lightened so that part wasn’t too bad.
I called my salon, which is the salon I’ve been going to since I unceremoniously dumped my other stylist of three years, and unsurprisingly they couldn’t fit me in for a cut in the next 2 hours.
Because I am ridiculously impatient, and because I am a hairdresser whore, I decided I couldn’t wait until the proffered Tuesday appointment to go see my regular hair stylist who’s been helping me grow out my layers and who I really like and who listens when I tell her “just a trim”. So I called up the salon I used to go to knowing my ex-hairdresser had just left there and HOORAY! They were able to fit me in, see you in 20 minutes! I explained to the new girl all about growing out my layers and trying to get some length and we agreed on a 1/2 inch off the botton and a little more off the layers since that was where more of the damage was.
As I watched her cut, I noticed that she was going excruciatingly slowly. Then I saw her lift a section and chop a good 2 inches off. At that point I carefully inquired as to her last place of employment, which was when she told me she just graduated from beauty school three months ago. Fighting rising panic, I thought, “Ok well, three months that’s not ideal but she seems to know what she’s doing even if she is horribly slow.”
Turns out she may have graduated three months ago, but had only been cutting hair for a few weeks. She also apparently had a gigantic problem with me not keeping up my color, and after offering several times to give me a “demi-color” thusly decided to go to town on the trim that I requested trying to cut off everything that was blonder than my roots. After the clumsiest blow dry I’ve ever had, and a flat iron which she did despite me telling her not to, she turned me around to see the back.
It looked like a lawnmower had run over my head. A hundred different lengths. Hair as flat as if I’d been caught in a rainstorm. Because I am from Upstate NY and we only do big hair, I am not a flat iron kind of girl - I wear big hair to disguise my big head. By the time one of the master stylists came over to take a look, I had gone from tentatively suggesting that it wasn’t exactly what I wanted to being almost teary and trying not to flip out. After some discussion of what we agreed upon at the beginning of the cut, new girl was sent away and I was spirited away to a different chair by a comfortingly big-haired master stylist who talked soothingly while she fixed what she could.
6 months of growing out my hair laying on the floor of the salon, and I have the exact same haircut I was sick of when I started growing it. On the bright side, if there is one, hey- free haircut. So a note to my future self – that’s what you get for being a hairdresser whore. Your luck ran out.
Topics: hair | 2 Comments »
Tags: bad haircuts, impatience
August 21st, 2010 at 8:10 am
I have had this same experience. Not only was my last minute stylist practically a newborn, I think she was also stoned.
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August 24th, 2010 at 9:30 pm
Oh no! Maybe the universe is sending you a message that it really likes that hair style on you?