Ok, everybody gets a not-so-great haircut now and then. Such is life. Evidently, I did something REALLY bad in a past life to a hairdresser and am now being punished for it.
Last Easter I decided to change my coif from red to the original mousy-brown. I asked the “stylist” to bleach my hair (to get rid of 15 years of red dye) and dye it the appropriate color. Also, trim a little off. One hour later I emerge with BLACK hair (she just slapped the color on, extra dark). I had also misplaced five inches of the hair I walked in with. I looked like a butch Betty Page. :mad:
I grow out. I decide this morning to get a trim. My “trim” amounted to losing another five inches and somehow ending up with the Little Dutch Boy’s hair-do. I had a light fringe of bangs. Now, I’ve got bangs that start on the back of my head and have to be combed straight foreward or they feather like Farrah’s on a bad day in 1980. :eek:
Oh, Mamapotomus, I grieve with ya! During one of the past ice ages, I had a “Dorothy Hammill” cut that had grown out. Because the lower part was layered, it curled rather nicely, but had gotten quite long. So I went to the butcher, er, beauty shop and asked them to shorten it a bit, but to try to layer the bottom part so I could continue to get that nice curl. I ended up with a two step look - the top layer to my shoulders and a second, independent layer about 3 inches longer.
Yeah, I was going for that doofus look. :mad:
Mom dispatched that lower layer. And thankfully most beauticians I’ve gone to have done a good job.
Gah! I’m grieving for you too, Mamapotomus. I’ve had a couple of haircuts like that. I must have blocked most of them from my memory because I can’t remember too many details, but I do remember ending up in tears a couple of times.
The last time this happened to me was about two years ago, maybe three weeks before I started school. At the time my hair was a few inches past my shoulders. Apparently there was some miscommunication:
What I said: “Could you trim off about half an inch?”
What the stylist heard: “Make me look like Yul Brynner in ‘The King and I’”!
OK, so I’m exaggerating. But she must have heard me say “could you trim off about half a foot,” because that’s exactly what she did. I didn’t notice it at first because she was layering it, too, so most of my hair was piled on top of my head. By the time I saw what was happening the damage was already done. I ended up with a chin-length bob, which was what I had spent the last year or so trying to grow out. :mad:
Anyway, after that cut grew out I found a stylist I liked and who did excellent work. Unfortunately she recently moved to another state, so I haven’t gotten my hair cut in the last six months. I don’t mind so much – I like my hair long (it’s halfway down my back now) and I can trim my bangs myself without too much trouble.
I’m always nervous when I have to switch from one stylist to another. At some point I’m going to need a real haircut, though, so I’m hoping I can find a someone decent in my area.
The Betty Page disaster did reduce me to tears, but not this one. I can’t exactly laugh about it, but I guess I’m getting sort of used to stylists from another planet.
The ironic part is that my hair is so simple, I could probably go to a barber and get it cut cheaper and better!
Walked in with hair just past my shoulders. There was a picture of a lady with a very short layered cut on the wall.
sort of layered around the face with a 2-3 inch fringe on the neck.
Me. That picture is sort of what I want but it is a much shorter version of it.
She heard Give me a much shorter version of it.
When she began to fold my ear forward to cut the hair behind it, I knew i was in trouble.
I walked out of there with a schlong cut. Short everywhere except 8 inch long hair on the neck.(think Billy Ray Cyrus) And this was before that kind of cut was cool. Ok it was never cool.
The hair on top looked like the bristles of a brush, too short to even lie down. At least I didn’t need a hair cut for about 6 months
Funny you should ask. I got a guy yesterday who insited on using clippers when I’d asked that he only use scissors. I like it long and we went into a couple of minutes where he reassured me the clippers would work on any length.
Now the back of my head is bald and the rest really long, so I look like Moe of the Three Stoodges. Tomorrow I have to get somone else to even it out short, which I will hate almost as much.
She used to cut my hair, and for some reason, thought I looked cute with bangs. I didn’t with the kind I was left with when she was done. Not to mention that the rest of the hair was always crooked somehwere. Thank god the last time she cut my hair was when I was in 4th grade.
OK, I’m suffering some kind of digital misery as I’ve tried to post to this thread several times and keep getting kicked off when I do, so this is a test post.
Ohhh thats too bad… luckily I got a nice hairdresser when Grandma took me and she did a lovely job on my hair… I have bangs (for the first time ever) and my hair is just brushing my shoulders (maybe not even) Its kinda nice though it took me a little geting used to. The worst cut I can think of that I got was a mushroom cut… I thought it would look good on me… but it didn’t.
I have mildly curly hair. Not ringlets, but curley enough so that it must be taken into consideration.
Long story short, she finished, started blow drying and literally said, “Oh. Oops. You have a lot of curl in your hair, huh?” On top of this, because my hair is curley, it takes longer to grow out. So I was stuck with ridiculous chunky bangs and LAYERS (the last thing you need with hair like mine is MORE volume) for little less than 2 years. In high school. When hair matters.
Luckily, I have stumbled upon a fantastic hair dresser, who is equally adept at cutting, coloring and entertaining the shit out of me while I’m getting my hair cut. He’s just three snaps in a Z formation, girlfriend! The negative is that his fee is up to $40 a cut now (it was $20 when I started with him, the bastard is just getting too many clients) so I have to wait a long time between cuts. I’ve always wanted to try long hair…
All right Brood McEto, how did you get a picture of the top of my head pasted to a picture of you ?
Those of you who have hair be very happy. I was born with very fine thin hair. Then I burned my scalp once trying to relax a bad perm and lost a good bit of the hair on top of my head.
Later I developed a hormone imbalance, it was bad. The amout of testosterone my body was producing would have been high even for a man. I started to grow a beard and lost even more of my hair.
My hair started growing back but interferon causes hair loss too. My hair started growing back when the two years of that ended, but now I am back on it so…
The hormone problem straightened out after several months of Lupron shot.
It sucks being a half bald, bearded woman. Wigs are tooo hot to wear. But I do shave.
I decided to go to a “salon” a few days ago for a trim instead of my regular visit to the Hair Butchery. The cut itself was no better or worse but the service was somewhat lacking (Highschool dropout at the register who had to use a calculator to figure out what the change was supposed to be when somebody’s tab came to $45.25 and the customer handed her $50.25), also my hair cut was interrupted several times (for minutes at a time in some cases) while my, um, stylist went to participate in a conversation that was going on at the far end of the room.
All this I could have put up with- but when I went to pay my bill I found out that the tab came to $60! Gasp. $60?? The drop-out cashier looked at me and asked if anything was wrong. I jerked my head up a little to take another look at myself in the mirror behind her. Still no improvement. I squinted my eyes in case that might help. Nothing.
Two days later I am still asking myself how this cut can possibly be more than 4 times better than my usual $14 Hair Butchery trim. Good thing I didn’t ask for a perm or colour; I’d probably be taking out another mortgage right now.
I ended up paying of course, it was probably my own stupidity for not asking how much a trim (just a trim!) was going to cost me before I went in. Next time I go to the 7-11 for a gallon of milk I’ll make sure to ask how much it costs in case this is one of those trendy 7-11s that charges $12 per gallon.
I don’t bother cutting my hair anymore because that would force me to do something with it. When it’s long, I can just pin some up, or tie it back and it almost looks styled. I have unintentionally changed colors though. I have always been blonde, and lately my hair was looking red. At first I thought it was my imagination, but I’ve gotten lots of compliments on it. It had me baffled until I realized that there is a lot of iron in the water where I live. Now I find out they are fixing the water problem … just when I’m getting used to being a redhead. Good luck, Mama … here’s the best advice I ever got “A year from now it just won’t matter” Of course a year’s a long time to avoid all mirrors.
But she must have heard me say “could you trim off about half a foot,” because that’s exactly what she did. I didn’t notice it at first because she was layering it, too, so most of my hair was piled on top of my head. By the time I saw what was happening the damage was already done. I ended up with a chin-length bob, which was what I had spent the last year or so trying to grow out. :mad: