Sometimes I can’t wait for things to happen. Okay, most times. I am not a planner, more the “when it hits me”in the moment kind of person. Often I decide what I want to do for the day, or the minute, right at that time. It’s like the excitement slams into me and away I go. I don’t usually like to plan too far ahead because I may not feel like doing anything that far into the future. I hate to disappoint people if we make plans and I cancel because sometimes the energy gets lost in the wait.
Well that very thing happened to me. The energy was leaving my body as I had to wait for almost two weeks to get my hair cut. I had found a shop that was suppose to have these really good hairstylist, but they didn’t have anyone available until the end of my vacation. I wanted it cut now so I could get use to the short “do” while lounging around the house. No trips for me thanks to the virus.
I had such an overpowering “urge” to get my hair cut ” right this minute” that I called another place, and in my haste I went there instead. They said she was good with short hair. I foolishly believed them.
I could tell right away she was a newbie by the way she washed my hair, really gently, so gently that I almost couldn’t feel her fingers moving. It was like she was afraid I would start screaming in pain if she pressed a little hard. I wanted to tell her to “have at it” as I have been known to be hard headed, but I didn’t want to spoil her zen.
When we were done with the wash the comb traveled at the sped of a snail through my hair. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion. I finally had to ask how long she had been doing hair. ” Since December” she replied, ” almost a year.” It was September now.
Dread hit me hard as I watched her scissors slicing through my hair. First this way, then that way her comb and scissors moved. And, the direction was always upward.
I will tell you that once upon a time I graduated from beauty school. That’s what it was called back then. I did not go on to become a hair dresser because I had no talent. My future flashed before my eyes at graduation. All I saw were bobby pins and old ladies. I shivered and moved on to factory work. That I was good at!
But, what I learned was that as you ” raise” the scissors and hair upward the hair gets shorter. Makes sense right. Did I mention that I had a picture of the hair cut I wanted. I had a front and rear view as I have had bad experiences in the past. These did not help her.
She showed me the back once as she questioned ” is this alright.” It hit me that she didn’t have a clue about cutting hair. It was all chopped up into layers. Not pretty layers that blended well, but chunks of layers, like a staircase. Not at all like the picture that was suppose to be almost one layer to the nap of my neck.
I pointed this out, and she said ” oh I’ll fix that” as if she could magically put my longer hair back, and continued slicing upward. After a few minutes I finally had to tell her to stop it was so short and lopsided. I pointed out that my haircut did not even look like the picture and all she did was bat her eyes at me.
I jumped out of the chair and told her to leave it, and like a coward I paid and left. What I really wanted to do was yell for the manager and scream my disgust over the terrible hair cut I had just received. And how dare they tell people that ” Katy was good with hair” when she cuts like a butcher.
I shed a lot of tears when I got home, and for several days afterward as I tried to moose down the flying chunks that wouldn’t stay put. Then I remembered the tears I shed when chemotherapy took all my hair away. I guess I better be glad with what I have before it gets taken away again. See, there is always a positive way to look at life even when your are pissed. Have a great day!
