I have no hair. As I look at myself, it appears that I went in and asked for a boy cut. It was just yesterday that I was all excited about getting my hair styled. My daughter had a new stylist that she thought I might like to give her a whirl. I had spent a considerable amount of time letting the last cut grow out so that I could start fresh. I’m not even going to mention the cost….
I’m the first to admit that I have a high level of anxiety before going to the hair stylist. After years of ‘too short’ and “I thought you wanted this”, I find that it takes a great deal of courage to sit in the chair. Once you are in that chair you are stuck. I feel as if I am a ‘hair hostage’ and I remain on high alert for the entire cutting. Once they get done with the ‘fluffing’, ‘puffing’, and all hair building product you walk out there somewhat pleased. It is when you get home that you realize that you look like crap. I thought about going back but what is left to cut? I am not comfortable with the sides but if I go back will it be worse? If I go back will they charge for a full haircut? I certainly don’t want to hear endless rhetoric about ‘this and that’ which in my mind equals a defensive stylist with excuses. Who wants a defensive stylist working on their hair?
I have to say that this particular hair stylist did a proper haircut… the problem is that it is too short!! Way too short…. I must have said a dozen times, “Don’t cut it too short!” While she was rambling on about her mother and how she didn’t give her enough space I must of interrupted her three or four times to ask “It seems to me that you’re cutting it a bit too short.” She’d reply “No, I am cutting it shorter so it can grow out even.” “It will grow out.” Oh, shoot me now!
My daughters are sweet as they tell me it will be fine. The true telling is the look of horror on Sarah’s face when I walked in to her house. My 3 ½ year old granddaughter said “Dhamma, what did you do to your hair?” Jena very clearly said “I don’t like it!” It took her most the evening to finally crawl up on my lap. The biggest shock is when I came home and walked by the hall mirror and caught a glimpse of myself. Everyone can say I look fine but the look on their faces when they see me tells the whole story.
I know I am not alone when I say that women are somewhat particular about their hair. I am no different. I like to look nice and a big part of that sits up on my head. I don’t know exactly what to ask for because I’m not a hair stylist. I don’t know their verbiage; I can only give an idea of how I want it to look. I don’t know what cutting instructions to set out to get what the look I want. Isn’t that their job? I know that saying “Don’t cut it too short” should be pretty clear. “I don’t look good in real short hair” should hold no mystery. I know it will grow out but what do I do in the mean time?
Grow out maybe, but not soon enough!!
Susan Banner Todd