I went in to get a trim the other day. My real problem is that I’m a slut when it comes to stylists. I decide to get a haircut about half an hour before I get it, so I’m at the mercy of the chair I sit in. Planning ahead and finding a stylist I liked would help, but when I do strike up a relationship with a stylist, it always ends badly - they move on and leave me, or they end up doing something so terrible that my hopes of a long term relationship are dashed, so I seem to be better off with one haircut stands. At least then when my hair gets hacked, my heart isn’t invested in the stylist.
I wear my hair short, and I prefer it all one length (the hairstylist who did it right last said “oh, like Dorothy Hamill” I said “well, so I don’t show my age, I’d prefer to think it was like Kiera Knightley, but yes.”). This time, I got layers. The stylist was so proud of herself for fixing my former “bad” haircut. I now have three inches to grow out to get it back to where its supposed to be - three inches of goddamn layers that I hate. And a pixie cut, which Brainiac4 tells me is cute, but which is not the haircut I want and makes me look five years older than the other cut and shows off every wrinkle around my eyes that I’ve gotten in 40 years of life.
My own damn fault, I didn’t explain that she was to FOLLOW THE EXISTING LINES. That a TRIM does not involve CUTTING FOUR INCHES OF HAIR OFF, and that I LIKED MY HAIRSTYLE AND SHE SHOULDN’T TAKE IT UPON HERSELF TO CHANGE IT WITHOUT TELLING ME! I didn’t bring a photo - or find one in the books, because I made the assumption that TRIM was understood to mean “follow existing lines.” And because I wasn’t paying attention or I could have screamed NO!!!before the first snip of four inches instead of realizing after the first cut (and you can’t have HALF a layered head, once the first cut was made, I simply had to sit and wait it out).
She did a good job. Its a nice cut - its even and she worked my cowlicks. Its just wrong.
So I’ve spent the past two days looking in the mirror saying “I hate this haircut.” Thankfully, it will grow out, but I’m going to hate this for about four months.
The last time this happened was twenty years ago when I was in high school. I’m still holding that grudge. Then I was wearing my hair long, so it was worse, a few snips took me from “one length able to pull it back into a ponytail” to “Look, now its layered, its going to have so much body and be so much easier to work with!” Not.