Iāve been growing my hair out for a little over two years now. I cut it all off right before I thru hiked the Appalachian Trail and donated it to Pantene Beautiful Lengths. Long hair annoys me. When itās long I have to brush it. I have try to keep the ends moisturized. It gets trapped under my husband while weāre sleeping and when I go to roll over I rudely awaken myself from pulling my own hair and then I have to wake my husband up so he can free me.
Last weekend my husband and I attended the Submarine Ball in Groton. I tend to dread events such as these, not because of the even itself, but because it means I have to do my hair. Okay. I donāt have to do my hair, but I want to do my hair so I look even better in my awesome dress. However, I am incapable of doing my hair. I have no idea what to do with it! When my hair is long enough I put in a ponytail. When it gets so long that a ponytail is annoying I put it in a bun. Thatās my idea of doing my hair. Usually for fancy shindigs I pay someone to do my hair for me.
I looked up various hair salons with good ratings and an up do for a special occasion costs $65-75. This isnāt super surprising. Then I looked at the haircut prices...$35-50. Hmm... My hair has been annoying me... Iāve been wanting to cut it... A haircut is significantly cheaper than an up do... I decided it was time to chop all my hair off. I made an appointment for the Saturday morning of Sub Ball.
The last time I truly whacked off all my hair was in 2006 when I lived in San Diego. I went to Indigo Salon in Hillcrest and Jeff was my fabulous stylist. Every haircut he gave me was perfect. I never left his chair unhappy. He knew exactly what I wanted even though I couldnāt speak intelligible words, let alone form sentences to explain the look I was going for. The last time Jeff cut my hair he said,Ā āAre you ready for your last fabulous haircut?ā Little did I know it would be my last fabulous haircut.
In 2009 I moved to Charleston, SC. I went to a few different salons, desperately hoping to find another Jeff. I discovered there was only one Jeff, and he remained in San Diego. Since I couldnāt find anyone capable of cutting my hair short the way I wanted it, I grew it out instead. I cut my hair shorter before my thru hiker for each of maintenance, not because I was going to rock short again.
My hopes were high as I checked in for my haircut appointment on Saturday. I didnāt think my stylist would be the second coming of Jeff, but I still felt like good things were about to happen. Then I met my stylist.
Right away I could tell she was a junior stylist, mainly because she looked really young. Later that day I checked out the salon website and confirmed my suspicions (something I should have done before my appointment, duh!). I donāt have anything again junior stylist because I know theyāre never going to become senior stylist without experience. I just prefer for them to get experience on someone elseās hair because I am so picky and my hair is so weird.
I explained what I wanted in the same fragmented, foreign tongue I always used with Jeff. She clearly didnāt speak my language. I showed a picture of a short haircut my husband liked and tried to use that to help explain what I wanted. Then I basically told her to work her magic and see what she could pull off with what I gave her. Big mistake.
I canāt say that I hated my new haircut...right away. It was short, just like I asked for...yup. Right after my appointment I went to a class and the other female students commented on how cute my hair was. I thought it probably wasnāt as bad as I thought it was.
Over the next couple of days I started to despise my new haircut. I felt like an old woman with a lopsided bowl cut. I looked at the picture I showed my stylist and then looked in the mirror and saw zero similarities between the two, except that both were short. My stylist in Virginia, Joy, was coming to Rhode Island for a couple of days and agreed to fix my hair.
Last night Joy whipped out her magical scissors and went to town on my hair. My husband was afraid I might be bald when she finished with how much hair was piling up on the floor. At the end of it all Joy managed to get rid of the bowl cut look and give me the asymmetrical style I was looking for. She also added some texture to my hair and fixed my area around my cowlick so it didnāt lay weird. Joy saved my hair.
I really like how super asymmetrical and funky my hair looks. I donāt even care that half of my head looks like a dudeās head. I wanted the front longer, but alas, Iāll just have to be patient and wait for my hair to grow. Luckily my hair grows fast.
Like the last time I cut my hair, I wanted to donate my hair to Pantene Beautiful Lengths. It meant even more to me since my husband and I both have relatives currently battling cancer. After my first haircut I brought my ponytail home and slapped my husband in the face with it. For fun. I set it down on the end table in the living room and went upstairs to shower and get all the cut hairs off of me. I return from my shower to find this:
My wonderful cat thought it would be fun to play with once ponytail. Iām sure she did have fun, but it didnāt change the fact that my hair was no longer suitable to donate. Two years worth ofĀ āworkā instantly messed up by one curious cat. Itās almost like everything about this haircut was destined for doom.
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