In February I got my hair cut, and cut, and cut again.
I always tell any stylist I go to to do what they think would look best. They are, after all, the professionals and should be studying up on what would be current and look good on me.
The challenge is that my haircuts lately have been pricy, very pricy. Sure they look great, but I was getting tired of forking out that much money. So I decided to go back the hair dressing school in my neighbourhood. I’ve had wonderful success there in the past. The cuts were always good, sometimes fantastic and always under $15! They also did the highlights/lowlights to help me grow my gray in for around $50 rather than the $200+ quotes I was getting elsewhere.
At the school, of course, what I get depends on which student I get assigned to. But, how bad could it be? The instructors were always there monitoring the cuts and I have always been happy with what I get.
Not this time. The staff has changed and the instructors I remembered have moved on.
I walked out with “old lady hair”. You know that A-line bob that mid-to-low price hairdressers give every plump woman with greying hair? Blunt cut around the bottom with no texture, no styling, no interest. Conservative, boring, drab. Ya, that one! Ironically “old lady hair” was a term I had coined with a previous instructor at the school when describing this tragic lack of originality and creativity on the part of the stylist.
So there I am, after a brand new hair cut with lots of grey hair hanging in my face. No curls, no movement, nothing fashion-forward about it. In fact with the wave and curls these days, my head was fluffed out into a pyramid of dull grey fuzz. Yeesh.
So, after much fussing, fretting and frustration, out come the sharpest scissors in the house. Cut. Cut. Slice. Ooops!
Each time I took another swipe at my hair I thought “What the hell”, and tried to figure out where and what to cut next, “I can’t make it much worse”.
I don’t make it much worse. At least at this point it’s “interesting”.
Though I’m not sure I made it much better, but it looked nicer to me. That “hole” Gerry saw in the back? Well, I can’t see it so I’m sure he’s making it up.
Luckily, while I was in New Brunswick I spent a night with my friend Dani who is a professional hair dresser. She insisted on fixing it!
Thank you Dani! And thank you Jenny for capturing the process.
Now it looks great, though I don’t have any photos so you’ll just have to believe me.