For some reason I thought you were a mid-range gal. I shall continue my search with that new information in hand.
I’d rather physically touch the slut, if it’s all the same to you, m’lady.
Eve, cite!
:: evil cackle ::
Eve how close is the picture on your home page to how your hair looks now? It looks put together there.
Hey now, waitaminnit. There’s a picture of you somewhere? I want to see it.
Ya gotta let me! See, that would make all the difference.
Plus, if you don’t, I’ll pout and kick rocks all day. 
Well, yeah, but that was a week of pincurling, spraying and pinning to get it to look that presentable–five minutes later it had deflated again.
sigh
In general, I have enjoyed my hair. I’ve had it short, long, and layered depending on the decade. I’ve had colors from blond to fuchsia to black during my high school years in the 80s.
Right now it’s long, and it’s natural color. I hated it today, though, when I looked in the mirror. In the bright morning sunlight you could see the fine, silvery signs that proved to me I really am a 35-year-old mother of three.
sigh
I guess I should thank my lucky stars that it is silvery-white, and not the dull yellowish-gray that my grandmother had.
I can’t hate Eve’s hair but I have issues with mine.
I was born the only curlytop in a family of naturally gorgeous hair. Effortlessly long and thick and wavy-haired sisters and mom, cousins, aunts, etc. In the days before mousse, mind you. Technology has assisted my growing satisfaction, along with a higher income bracket and gifted stylists, but Mother Nature somedays kicks my ass and those days I hate my hair.
Perhaps you shouldn’t be looking at a high-end salon. If you want a classic hairstyle, would it make sense to find a neighborhood with a lot of women beyond a certain age who still wear their the hairstyles of their youth? Could it be that you need to find a “beauty parlor” with a “hair dresser” who remembers Kay Kendall, and still has an inventory of Aqua-Net and curlers?
Of course, I am a man without enough hair to worrry about an actual style, so I could be completely off about this.
That’s a good idea in theory, but there’s an ever-present threat of ending up with Helmet Head, and you really don’t want to go down that path.
I’m sure your hair is just lovely, Eve. 
Mine, on the other hand, is hideous.
I was very happy with my hair until I got it cut yesterday. It was just below shoulder length, with long layers starting at my chin. I saw my usual stylist and told her that I wanted the same style, with about an inch trimmed off. She gave me something that resembles a layered mullet. :eek: I didn’t realize what she was doing until the damage was already done.
So now I can’t wear it down, and I can’t put it up because the sides are only about three inches long. I’m guessing it’ll take four to six months to grow out. In the meantime, I’ll be shopping for headbands. 
Jesus, a layered mullet? After you take photos for the hairstylist lawsuit, I’d just get it all cut off and start over.
The thought did cross my mind. My hair’s been cut too short before, but even then I was able to tuck it behind my ears. I can’t do that now (the top layer ends somewhere about the tip of my nose. Not actually a mullet – that was a bit of an exaggeration on my part – but I’m channeling the early '80s). The only solution is to part it in the middle and pull the sides back with barrettes. It would look cute if I were 15. I’m doomed to spend the next three months looking like a junior varsity cheerleader.
FWIW, Eve, I’ve seen pictures of you on your Web site, and I think you look fabulous.
That’s it. Eve, get your ass in the picture thread. Make yourself seen, because I’ve heard things.
Things?
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Things.
I tried to join this thread before, but even typing a few words about my hair made me weepy, and then I had to go and lie down quietly for a while.
But it’s been raining for eleventy-seven days here in Boston, and it’s wrought havoc with my hair. If the frizz weren’t bad enough, may hair has had some coloring woes. Stylist #1 made it slightly too dark, and it kind of grew out patchy. In response to this, Stylist #2 over-corrected and now the roots are too light and the rest basically unchanged. I am thinking of going somewhere for corrective coloring, but that might cost a bit more than I prepared to pay. I first have to see what the salon is willing to offer me—but is that dumb? Why go back to the person who butchered it for a rebutchering, even if said rebutchering is free?
It sucks. I hate my hair, and I pretty much will until October, when the humidity cranks down a notch or ten.
“Shelby was right; it does look like a brown football helmet.”
That blows. Can you go back to the scene of the crime and let them fix it for free? It seems only fair.
She’s a doll. I’ve seen “things.” There was a cemetery walk or somesuch and she posted pics of herself in that one…maybe 2 years ago?