The haircut saga continues… I honestly don’t understand why getting my haircut is so difficult. I’ve tried bringing pictures, being more specific as to length and expectations, asking questions, asking for suggestions. I’ve been to salons that charge $80 for their service, and I have darkened the door of every hair cutting chain. It doesn’t matter how I approach the stylist, it doesn’t matter what I pay. I continue to have the same outcome. Lowering my expectations doesn’t work, raising my expectations doesn’t help. I went through a phase of buying hairstyle magazines, googling haircuts for older women, round faces, fine hair. I surrender. I think I will cut my own hair.
I’ve always envied the women who have a relationship with their stylist. The biker chick and I have officially broken up.
So yesterday I decided to go to Magic Cuts to get my hair cut. Just a trim. When I sat down, I asked for a trim and showed her where the last person cut my hair had left it uneven. She nodded her head and asked if I would like bangs this time around. Well, I don’t mind bangs, but I hate that stage when you grow them out. When I hesitated she said, ‘let me get the book and I will show you what I mean’. I was buoyed by her confidence.
She showed me a picture like this one.
What I thought I was getting.
What I got.
When she took out the razor and started shaving my bangs I should have left.
I give up.