Obsidian, the key to short hair (mine is a heck of a lot shorter than yours) is loads of eyeshadow.
With the shadow I look quite a bit like Audrey Hepburn in Roman Holiday.
Without the shadow I look quite a bit like a 14-year-old boy. (Really - I’ve been asked to leave ladies washrooms by rather matronly women who then blush about 12 shades of purple when I answer in my decidedly girly voice.)
alice: My hair is no longer that short, that was almost a year ago. Also I don’t wear makeup unless I want to dress up or I feel it appropriate for the occasion. I’ve never been one to wear make-up and dress up pretty all the time. More often then not I’m like one of the guys, I just don’t like being mistaken for one!
My hair is now just below my shoulders in the back and at the front my bangs are at my chin now. It gets all nice and wavy and looks nicely girly to me. I just need to get a trim, maybe just above the shoulders and the front layered a little. It’s what’s always looked best on me and no matter how I try different syles I always end up growing it out and going back to the way it was.
I went to a mall salon with my brother in the late 80’s. I don’t think it was super-cheap (my Mom paid), but we both came out with huge gel/blowdried David Bowie hair. I guess it looked kinda good (for the time), but it turned out they didn’t cut much of anything at all, so after two or three days we needed a hair cut again.
I suppose that’s the difference between a “salon” and a barber. That and 10 bux.
I haven’t had my hair cut in 2 years because the last person that did it took off 6 inches when I only wanted 2 off. I have a fat face and let me tell you a pageboy looks HORRIBLE on me It’s now down to my waist and I’ll be DAMNED if I let that bitch near my head again.
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I did that once to my boyfriend at the time. He almost became my X after that. In my defense, I’m not now, nor have I ever claimed to be, a hairstylist. It’s his own damn fault for asking me to do it when he knew I’d never touched one of those damn things before…
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I feel for you, Indy. I’ve got really curly hair and I’ve never once left a salon happy. I’ve totally given up on getting my hair professionally cut. Seems that no matter how many times you stress “my hair will shrink to HALF it’s length when it dries” they just Don’t. Get. It. Fortunately, the curls act as a natural camoflage against any cutting mistakes, except the most common one: cutting way too much off! And yes, I’ve asked that it be cut dry, the salons would always refuse since I’d have product in. Of course, if I ever left the house without product, I’d have nothing but a huge freakin’ frizz ball on top of my head!
The only person who was able to cut my hair half decently was a friend who had no cosmetology experience, funny enough. Too bad we’re no longer friends.
Don’t ever go to an Ulta Salon. I told the lady I wanted a haircut similar to the one in a huge poster that was all over the store. She even had a copy of it next to her mirror. After an hour and a half, she said, “Well, I’ll let you put some products in it and you see what you can do. Because I just can’t seem to get it.” I looked like a stupid Florence Henderson. I was going to tip her anyway, because I am a total wuss and I would be too scared to not tip her (what would she do, honestly? silly me). I had to get change from the register, and when I went to give her a few bucks, she had disappeared. I looked all around, even where her little office might be. Gone. So I said “oh well” and ran out of the store, sped home, ran past my family and took a shower. It looked more decent when I let it curl naturally, but still not that decent. That was a year and a half ago, and I’ve probably only gotten two haircuts since.
Having bad hair, isn’t the only bad thing about my second last haircut.
-She sprayed the water without covering my face.
-There was a hunk of wet hair left on my forehead.
-my hair was ass ugly.
-she frowned and was rude.
-she assumed I was dumb because I didn’t know the exact haircut I wanted.
-she didn’t properly brush all the inches of hair off of my neck, etc.
Shes so dumb, If I see her in there among the other barbers the day of my next haircut, I just turn around. I can’t take that chance.
I’m incredibly lucky, my stylist is wonderful and where she works a trim is only 9 bucks. And I’ve got stick straight, fly-away baby fine hair.
My mom, on the other hand, is not so lucky-her hair is thicker than mine and wavy, but it’s incredibly coarse. She’s had so many hair disasters. When she and my dad got married, she had long, wavy hair. My dad talked her into getting her hair cut short, and she said she ended up looking like a poodle!
Then there was the time when she was a teenager, her sister and her sister-in-law convinced her to let them give her a home perm. She said they put the chemicals on wrong, and her hair was totally screwed up and then they cut it super short to compensate!
Mama Tiger once got what she describes as the “poodle perm” AFTER requesting a NON-poodle perm. I saw it. It was hideous. Not only was it a poodle perm, but her hair was damaged from the chemicals and once it grew out some all the permed part had to be cut off; it was hopeless. Ouch.
You’re going to change your mind at about the same time your baby decides it’s fun to pull Mommy’s hair. I know this because Aaron has grabbed fistfuls and yanked. Hard. My scalp has hurt for hours afterwards.
Amen to what whiterabbit said. The worst part about moving is finding someone new to do my hair. This woman had given me three good cuts – really; I have very thick hair and it’s hard to cut well, and she’d done great – so I asked for a body perm. Came out like a damaged poodle. Had to get it cut down to about 1/2" long after spending two weeks soaking it with every conditioner I could think of in an effort to save it. No such luck.
In my whole life, I’ve found THREE people who can cut my hair well. Thank heaven, one of the three is the one whiterabbit and I go to now. He’s not cheap, but some things are worth paying more for. None of the three have been cheap. But a good cut lasts literally twice as long as a bad cut, so I figure I’m saving a lot of $$ that way.
I looked like a zebra the last time I had my hair coloured, but that’s beside the point. I just wanted to add here that I don’t know why “please cut straight across” seems to fall on deaf ears with every hairdresser I go to. Look. I have so much hair you can’t even begin to imagine. If you cut layers into it, I’ll look like the Gizeh Pyramid. But do they listen to me?? No! They must have been brainwashed in hairdresser bootcamp: “Repeat after me: NO HAIRCUT WITHOUT LAYERS!!!”. Perhaps it’s all those other people requesting volume and such.
I moved for college a month or so ago, and after a couple of weeks finally had to find myself a new stylist. There’s a place near school called the Velvet Monkey, which I tried just for the name. It looks like I got lucky; the stylist did a great job. Plus, I had an ‘after-hours’ appointment, so one of the off-duty guys came around every once in awhile to give me rum. Talk about full-service!
Last time I had a bad haircut I refused to pay for it. The shop owner told me to pay or she would take me to court. I left her my card, went to my sisters, had lots of photos of my head taken.
Two weeks later I recived a letter telling me that a court date had been set and to show up or be fined. Showed up, gave photos to judge, hairdresser was told by judge "If you did this to my hair, not only would I have not paid, I would have taken you to court. Case dropped.
Hair grew back.
Bad hair cuts last 2-3 weeks. Bad word of mouth never seems to go away.
There’s been a law passed in the UK that states if you receive a hair cut that wasn’t what you asked for, you can go back to the same salon and have it changed to how you want for free.