Admit your errors before someone else exaggerates them. ~Andrew V. Mason, American surgeon and author
I imagine it’s happened to all of us at some point, but it never stops being annoying, aggravating, frustrating . . . you pick the adjective.
By ‘it’ I mean a bad haircut.
I’ve been going to the same stylist for the last 15 years or so.
She’s knowledgeable and accommodating, and her hours of operation and prices are in line with the average for my location.
About a year ago, I decided to grow out the layers I’d been so enamored of when I first got them.
I didn’t have a clear idea what style I wanted to move toward, but I trusted we’d figure it out together when my hair got long enough to do something with.
Now hair, on average, grows half-an-inch per month, so I prepared myself mentally for the long(!) haul.
Like running a marathon.
Eventually, I started to see results. The bottom layers were hanging below chin level, almost to my shoulders, and I thought I was ready for a proper style.
Armed with a dozen or so photos of ‘dos I liked, I went to my hair appointment, sat in the chair, discussed pros and cons of each, and finally decided on one.
I was a little leery, but she assured me my hair would cooperate and it would look cute.
Then she spun me away from my reflection and started cutting.
And texturizing, which is basically chopping with thinning shears into the straightness to add volume.
And before I knew it, all my hard work lay in a heap on the floor, and the Debbie in the mirror had short hair.
Disappointed that I didn’t look anything like the photo, I paid and left, telling myself I’d fix it when I got home and washed it.
Nope, didn’t help a bit.
All the advice online about how to deal with a “bad” cut says you’re supposed to let the stylist know, so I texted her my unhappiness.
I expected her to apologize.
I expected her to urge me to return so she could tweak it.
I expected her to offer a discount on my next cut.
We all know that hair, once cut, can’t be glued back on.
Nor can I wear a bag over my head, and winter stocking cap weather is nearing an end.
So my question is, how should I handle this.
Change stylists? Invest in some baseball caps? Try extensions?
Or just offer up my angst for Lent and pray Easter bonnets come back in style?