Why, oh why did I think I could just get a quick trim at the cheap place in town on a Saturday afternoon and be happy?
Remember that old Taxi episode when Ted Danson plays a gay stylist and butchers Elaine's hair? I feel like her right now. I'm actually still sniffling after bawling my eyes out for the past half hour.
All I asked for was a trim and to have the bangs blended into the length. I even showed her what I wanted her to do and specifically said not to cut more than an inch off. The bitch took THREE inches off the top of my hair--she started giving me a fucking mullet! And as I see chunks of hair falling into my lap, I start crying and ask why she's cutting so much off. She has the gall to say, "I have feelings too." Fuck you! I walked out without paying and immediately drove to my regular stylist, who I now have an appointment with in 25 minutes. Oh, god I hope she can fix it without having to sacrifice too much length.
I know it's silly, but really, you don't know how tied you are to your hair until you see it falling into your lap. It took me three years to grow it out from a pixie crop, and I finally feel somewhat pretty with a mane of hair. I'll never lose the deep sense of insecurity ingrained in me by high school boys and my stepsister's mindfucks. My hair functions as a security blanket for me. I so don't want to lose it.
Update: 2:30 pm Can We Fix It? Yes We Can! Donna at Scissors is the absolute BEST stylist! We went from 'near-mullet' to 'mod with bod' with very little loss in length. To top it off, she liked the outcome so much, she asked if they could take some professional photos for their ads. Of course, I said "Hell yes!" Plus, she's going to add strawberry blonde highlights--for free! (I'll post the ads when they come out.) If you've lived in Gainesville, you'll recognize Scissors' ads; they always feature progressive styles (cutting-edge, one might say). I've always secretly wanted to be a hair model, so today has turned out great. Life is so absurd.
Guess what Donna named the cut? Serendipity.
# posted by Robin @ 1:37 PM Comments: Ah, the hair length, I remember it well. As my seven inches fell to the floor, I cried. Good to know you aren't stuck with a mullet.
