February 16, 2007
This is Why I Hate To Get My Hair Cut (Part Two)
Pictures, you say? Why sure. I... well, I'll try (had to take them with a mirror so they're not the best). I let my hair dry yesterday and was disappointed, but not surprised. It was choppy. Not that cool, edgy, funk and hip choppy but a my-kid-got-hold-of-scissors-and-cut-my-hair-in-my-sleep choppy.
I showered and performed my regular hair routine today. Let it air dry. Normal. Ignored it for a few hours. Asked my husband what he thought. By the lack of enthusiasm and huge gap of quiet air before he responded summed it up pretty well.
"It is uneven," He offered. "But isn't that how it is supposed to be? How people have those uneven layer... things?"
"No Frank. No. It isn't even close."
I used a mirror to view the back of my head. Numerous times. Looking, looking. Dwelling. Pouting. Frank told me to call. I know. I have to call. I do. I did. I told them I needed to come in again. They told me the lady who did my hair wouldn't be in until Tuesday. I asked if someone else would, could do it so I didn't have to walk around with chop hair. They said no. I told her that if the lady who did my hair the first time had such a hard time, I was a little scared at the thought of letting her take stab number two at it. She said she'd pass that along.
I totally feel like I'm being a witch about it. But, then, at the same time, I just handed over a lot of grocery money to get my hair butchered. I could have done that mess myself.
Yeah, yeah. I now. Shut up and show the pictures already, right? Fine.
The pictures aren't great (they aren't before and after, just shots from different angles, different lighting), but you can't tell me that someone would want their hair cut like that. That there is a style going on here. Sob.