Today I sat in the vehicle, parked out on the street, waiting for my cell phone to ring to say I can enter the building. I went in, masked up, and had my hair cut by not my regular hair dresser but someone she has working for her with lots of years of experience. In fact, this hair dresser has come out of retirement.
I showed her some pictures on my phone and explained what I wanted. I did not have my hair all styled when I went in because I wanted her to see the natural texture of my hair so she knew what she was working with.
Normally I walk out of salons with my hair still damp and do not pay for a blow dry and extra poofing and fussing. I'm just going home anyway, and when you have long hair, it costs a lot to have someone cut it or colour it.
Oh my. This might be the worst cut I've ever had. I feel like someone could have pulled my hair into a pony tail and then taken a big pair of scissors and just cut straight across the pony tail. It is quite frankly awful and I don't know how I didn't know how bad it was while it was being cut. I was distracted by the bloody mask that kept riding down on my face every time I talked. I even tipped her because it is always so awkward when you go to pay and there is the tip option and they're standing right there.
I'm feeling a bit like this! Source
So... now I need to find someone else who will fix this for me. No, I won't be going back to this woman. I don't want her to try to fix it because if she didn't do it right the first time, I'm thinking it could be even more of a disaster the second time around. I'm just hoping someone can fit me in before September.
I've written before about my hair dressing issues. It is so hard to find someone good who doesn't talk your ear off and tell you their life story. Trust me when I say that if I reveal that I'm a teacher (and WHY don't I just stop telling people?) I get to hear about every person they've ever known who has had a bad experience in school, or who has been bullied. I wonder if nurses have to sit and hear about their hair dresser's illnesses, or if mechanics have to listen to their hairdressers tell them about every car problem they've ever had? Going to a hair salon is so difficult for me, especially if I'm there for colour, because I am a captive audience for well over an hour. I have course, frizzy, thick hair which is currently triangular in shape and now I must seek out a new person to entrust to fix this grade three class picture hair cut all the while abiding by the covid rules. And I waited six months for this. Sigh.
Anyone else out there have difficulty with hair? Can I get an amen sister?