Last Friday, I went to get my hair cut. I usually go to the same lady that has been cutting my hair for the past 25 years. But my regular hairdresser couldn't fit me in and when I want my hair cut, I want my hair cut NOW. I've yet to have a good experience with anyone other than my regular hairdresser. A rational person would learn to stay with the same lady after a few bad haircuts. However, I'm either optimistic or stubborn, so I visit other people every year or so.
When I went to the new place, I asked for a simple below-chin-length bob with long layers. Nothing hard, nothing complicated, something that any hairdresser can do, right? Wrong. IF my hair is wet, I can pull SOME of it almost below my chin. Once my hair is dry, it's more ear-length. As for the layers, I am sporting the "a rat chewed on my hair" look. My layers, more like sprigs of hair, are choppy, which was not the look I was going for.
I told the lady that I wanted a few layers cut to encourage the curl in my hair. So naturally, after she finishes cutting my hair, she gets out a paddle brush and blow-dries my hair straight. When I remind her that I wanted to wear my hair curly, she gets out a tiny comb, rats pieces of my hair and sprays the tangles she just created. Because curls and tangles are the same thing, right?
Sigh. My poor hair. My regular hairdresser has been cutting hair for over 30 years, so I know she's going to retire one of these days. I guess when that day comes I'll just buzz my hair off and y'all will know the reason why. I obviously have some freaky hair that prevents anyone else from giving me a decent haircut.
I should have learned my lesson about the new lady when I sat down in her seat and saw the sign in her booth: "Don't worry, it will grow."