Too much, too little

This week we are talking about bad hair cuts. I have had my share of them, it seems that every hair cut is a bad one. That might have something to do with the fact that I only cut my hair once every 2 to 3 years now.

When I was younger I had long beautiful hair. I loved it, my parents had just purchased a lot of hair supplies for me: scrunchies, barrettes, bows, ribbons, etc. When my dad took me in to get a trim. He told the stylist that I was only there for a trim then he went to the waiting room. I sat in the chair and waited as my hair was brushed, spritzed, combed, snipped. When I was turned around to look in the mirror I was staring at a the shortest I had ever seen my hair. I was in tears. My dad was furious. My mom when she saw my hair went down there and the lady only replied, “Well what do you want me to do? Glue it back on?” Another appointment was made at a different salon and a very nice lady fixed the horrible cut by giving me a pixie. While the pixie cut was cute I was not happy at all. I was a tomboy and always got teased for being like a boy, now I looked like one! Or so I thought.

Once my hair had grown back out I decided I wanted a perm. My sister and her friends (10 years older than myself) all had them and I wanted to be exactly like my big sister. In my eyes she was cool. She was in high school, she got to travel by herself to the big city (for a chorus concert and she was on a bus with the other students), she had a job, and drove a car! Not just any car but my dad’s Impala convertible. I wanted to be like her. So I begged until my mom agreed to the perm. She made an appointment for me. I came out of the salon thinking I looked wonderful. A few hours later I was sitting on the porch with my brothers when one of them dumped a bucket of water on my head. My hair was ruined. I never tried to get a perm again after that.

Then here a few years back I decided I wanted to donate my hair to Locks of Love. It went all the way down my back and I wanted a change. One of my cousin’s went with me since Wyatt was only a toddler there was no way he would sit still while my hair was cut. I had the cut picked out and showed it to the stylist. She nodded and said she could do it. Excitement filled me as she shampooed my hair. I had not been to a salon to get my hair cut in over 13 years, the last time was in middle school. My cousin popped in with my son in her arms after a bit. She and the stylist started talking. The two of them agreed that my hair was cute. When I was turned around it was not the style I had asked for.

“It’s not short enough.” I told her.

The stylist looked at me and then to my cousin with a worried glance. Then said, “I think it’s cute. I’m not cutting any more. You’ll regret it tomorrow.”

That was the end of that conversation as she walked off into the back room. When I told the lady at the counter I was not happy with my cut she also told me it was cute and that I would regret it being shorter than that in the morning. She insisted that with as long as my hair was I didn’t know how short I wanted it and she seemed to think I would be in tears the next day.

I tired to make the best of it since nobody there wanted to cut it shorter. The picture on the left is what I was supposed to be getting done and the picture on the right is what I actually got. It is a cute cut, it was just not what I had requested.

 

Now as I am getting ready to go back to get my hair done I have been thinking about the cut I want for a long time. Since last summer. It will be a short one yet again and one that will be easier for me to curl. I love my long hair but every three years I want to cut it all off and let it grow out again.

I have more hair disaster stories that belong to my children. Like the time my oldest brother decided he could give my 4 year old son a hair cut before the “grandkid” portrait we were getting for my parents. Or the time my daughter went to her dad’s for the weekend with beautiful curls and came back with short straight hair (her curls never did return). That time I decided I could cut my son’s hair (he was 10 now) and ended up having to shave it.

Have you ever had a barber/stylist refuse to cut your hair the way you requested? Or do something completely different than what you had in mind?