It all started last Thursday after lunch. A trek into the stormy afternoon through an economically depressed area to get to a beautiful spa tucked away on the second floor of a mini mall. And a haircut for DH and I. It seems to be a bad time for haircuts, just ask Laura.
First, Terry’s stylist (he’s only been to her a handful of times, so she’s still new-ish to him) decided to give him a different hair style without even asking. She cut it shorter than usual and, using a lot of product (which stylists seem to like to do), spiked his hair up everywhere. Now, don’t get me wrong, he still looks good. The man would look good with a bad rug; he’s just hunky like that, at least in my opinion. 😉
Then there’s my girl. Now, keep in mind that I haven’t had my hair cut in a good 6 months, maybe more. Terry and I used to have the same stylist but she disappeared and I haven’t had my hair done since then. So, I came in to whomever they decided to schedule me with. Apparently, she’s a newbie. *sigh* It would have been easier if my hair were still all one length, but I let my old stylist give me a new, lightly layered style over a year ago. Layers must be a difficult thing. Of course, I made the mistake of telling Terry on the ride over that my hair was long and easy to deal with, so it should be goof-proof. Wrong-o!
To make a long story short, I walked out of the salon with my hair still damp (she didn’t manage to get it completely dry?) into the storm and that’s when I noticed it. I hopped into the car, pulled down the mirror and took a look at this lump of curl I felt next to my face. She blew it out straight, kind-of, but here was this chunk of hair that’s shorter than anything else on my head (other than my bangs), like an inch wide and not blended into any of the surrounding hair. I figured that I just needed to go home and redry it myself. Still wrong! I almost wanted to cry. I’ve been pulling my hair up every day since. I even wore it curly because curls seem to hide a multitude of sins and yet it was still a problem. And the bangs aren’t even straight. That almost makes me laugh because I made a comment to her about cutting my own bangs between cuts but that I didn’t profess to know what I’m doing. Hah!
Add that to the fact that the two stylists huddled behind the counter whispering while we were being rung up afterwards and mine looks up as we’re leaving and says something to the effect of “Terry! Shorter! Cut it shorter!” Hello?!?! Do you not see the ring on my finger? Sheesh. Thanks for adding insult to injury by trying to flirt with my husband.
Needless to say, I will not be returning to that salon. And I half wish that Terry wouldn’t, either, but if he’s happy with the cuts he’s getting, I don’t want him to have to switch just because I had a bad experience. I know I’m probably overreacting to the whole thing, but women identify very strongly with their hair, so if it doesn’t look good, I don’t feel pretty.
Bottom line: You’re supposed to walk out of a salon feeling beautiful, with a coif that’s near impossible to attain by yourself. A regal princess. Not a hag. So, I broke down last night and called another salon to get it fixed. I’ll be going there over lunch today. Wish me luck!
Oh, Jenna – I hope you find a guy named Phillippe who gives you a perfect cut every time, for 10$.
A girl can dream, right?
I once got a cut that was horriffic – I was broke, and the day before a wedding I was in, I decided to go to first choice and bite the bullet. I just wanted layers – the same as what was already in my hair – just a trim. The girl actually told me that I had to grow all my hair out (it was already at my shoulders) to get layers put in – with the cut I had, layers would be impossible. Long story short, the next day at the professionals who were doing all our hair for the wedding had to re-cut it in addition to styling it. So much for saving money!
I’ve had to go to a 2nd stylist to have a haircut fixed too. Worst was when I mistakenly read the stylist’s Tshirt backwards in the mirror and I thought it said “What a baby!” So I asked when she was due …. Ahem. It said “What a body!” In spite of getting it re-cut elsewhere, it took a long time before I looked normal again. Hair grows, life goes on. Don’t let it make you feel ugly or inferior. Do put the word out to avoid the place though!
Oh, Jenna, I’m so sorry! I hope your stylist today makes you look smashing!!
I sympathize – I’m sorry the stylist made a mess of it. I hope the next one does a better job and manages to fix the problem. I’ve had a couple of terrible haircuts and both times I felt really unhappy about the way I looked. I also absolutely hate getting my hair cut and always leave it as long as I possibly can between cuts – I have to go Friday, so wish me luck!
Aw Yuk. Sorry you had to go thru that. I go to a cheap place near Valpo University. The hair cuttery — or something like that. Every time I walk in, new people are there. Usually, they do ok.
The funniest thing ever to happen to me, I was cutting fabric and leaned over & cut my own hair. Went for a trim & the stylist said “you need to pull your hair out of the way when you stitch” She pulled out a ton of places in the front of my hair that I ‘trimmed’.
Yes, I got layers that day. But, it grows & all is well. I still have layers — it is just easier for me to deal with.