My hairdresser squeezed me in for a much-needed trim today. She was so fast, she reminded me of Edward Scissorhands: hair flying everywhere as she sliced away then spun me around to look at the final result. I almost had whiplash. But when you are getting worked in while her other client getting a color job roasts under the dryer before the timer goes off, you can't complain.
So maybe that's why I felt I must "fix" and "tweak" my new hairdo myself as soon as I got home. She seemed a little more rushed than usual and I could see some pieces she missed.
I learned two things: 1) It's hard to use scissors while looking in the mirror! You really can't tell how much you are actually cutting when you are working on the back of your head....
And, 2) it doesn't take too many snips to radically change a person's hairstyle. Oops.
I finally put the scissors down and backed away from the mirror. I'm still not satisfied with the back (or the sides for that matter) but I'll have to wait until my daughter comes home this weekend for her opinion.
If she says it's a Mom Cut, then I'll know it still needs work. (A Mom Cut is not a good thing.) I probably can't hope for "Cool," but I'd settle for "Cute."
And if I average the cost of this morning's haircut (48.00) with the cost of this afternoon's haute hair attempt (0.00), I'll feel a little better. Each cut REALLY only cost me 24.00!
Just excuse me if I cry myself to sleep. All I wanted was ONE good haircut, not two bad ones.
