Congratulations are in order because I got around to getting a haircut after almost 2 years.
I finally caved because my hair looked like hell and I have a little baby that likes to:
a) barf in my hair
b) pull on my hair
Also
c) it’s the post-pregnancy time when all my hair is falling out anyway. Gross.
I made an appointment at a fancy studio that gets good reviews and that many of my friends have gone to with great result.
The stylist was sweet, friendly, and kind.
However, this haircut simply re-affirmed why I haven’t gotten a haircut for so long.
As she examined my hair I told her I was looking to keep as much of the length as possible and that I wanted it thinned out by putting in a lot of chunky layers. Getting layers will keep the front short, so less barf and hair pulling. But the long bits will ensure I continue to resemble a girl. And I will still be able to tie it back when I’m working out.
Perfect!
I also told her to go ahead and make it all weird and funky if she wanted to.
Sounds like a good plan, right?
Sure, it would have been, if she’d stuck to the plan.
Except she decided not to listen to anything I said and instead just went ahead and gave me the most boring haircut on planet Earth. No layers, no nothing. She just chopped off the bottom foot of my hair.
I could have done that myself.
Now, after TWO hours and $130- I have ended up with a crummy 90’s soccer mom haircut that I could have gotten for $14 at a GreatClips or $17 at SuperCuts or for free in my bathroom.
It’s too short to tie up and it’s just long enough to always be in my mouth.
Normally I would be super pissed, but she popped out to get me a coconut cream danish while I was in the restroom. It’s hard to stay mad at someone like that.
But my cut doesn’t suit me at all. I feel like I should be hosting Wake Up San Fransisco alongside Danny Tanner. Or writing a mommy blog about potty training.
And no. I do not want to post a picture. But it’s basically this:
Except not blonde or sleek and fancy because I don’t have a pro stylist at my house and my hair flips out weirdly at the bottom.
So I guess it actually looks more like this:
I think I just have bad luck with hairdressers. Remember this hilarious disaster? ‘Cause I sure do!
http://tastyturntable.com/2012/06/17/chemical-addiction/
Good thing hair grows out fast. In about a year and a half it should be back to just how I like it.
Long, unruly, and in a perpetual ponytail.
I can’t wait.
Oh sadness. This is why I just have started to take the scissors to my own locks as I am too cheap for someone to create layers that will pouf funny in my crazy hair.
It will grow and I’m sure you look gorg despite the non-Lynn do
My hair likes to flip at the bottom too, so I guess we can blame Mom for not supplying the required fancy hair genes.
Ha! The picture of Elizabeth Moss made me LOL. Can’t believe she ignored the part about “keep the length.” Did you say it in English?
I’m sure it doesn’t look half as bad as you think it does. Sorry the experience wasn’t all you’d hoped for.