I warned my stylist. I found him over a year ago on, of all places, a dating site. He has some of the most gorgeous thick naturally wavy hair ever and in his profile he stated he's been a master stylist for over 25 years. My hair is thick and naturally wavy too. So, I sent him an e-mail. He admits it's the strangest one he's ever gotten... "I'm not interested in dating you, but do you think you could do my hair?" Yup, that's the e-mail I sent him. We met. I told him about my stylist on the west coast that had been doing my hair for over 10 years, how horribly picky I am, and that I absolutely won't spend more than ten minutes on my hair. And then I warned him... when my hair starts driving me nuts, I cut it myself. No waiting for an appointment. I can't wait. Out come the scissors and I start trimming some here, some there... until I'm happy.
The first time I did this was in 8th grade. I'd gotten an absolutely HORRID cut - so bad I made the woman stop in the middle of it & walked out of the salon without paying - seriously out of character for my 13yr old self. I went home, got out the scissors, and didn't stop until I could live with the results. I ended up getting a lot of compliments on my handiwork. I wasn't thrilled with it because it was too short for my tastes, but it did look pretty good. Anyhow, thus began my fearlessness when it came to cutting my own hair. After all, I could never screw it up as bad as that woman did!
Back to the present... In April my guy convinced me to let my long layers grow out & try having my hair all one length. He styles it beautifully when it's like this & my hair ends up looking like it just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Problem is... it takes a whole lot longer than ten minutes to achieve this look. My mane has to be blow dried with a straightening brush and then I have to take a flat iron to it and if I don't use the right amount & kinds of product it absolutely won't stay (did I mention I hate product). I didn't realize it until tonight, but I've been unhappy with it for a while.
What made me realize I was unhappy with my hair? The dogs. I know, strange. My girl has very long fine hair with a thick woolly undercoat. I have her shaved every spring and in the middle of the summer because she just gets way too hot otherwise. Her hair is growing back out and is about three inches long now. She's not happy about this because it's still too hot for long hair. Today she went to where the clippers are and made it very clear she wanted a haircut. So, I shaved her belly & made her very happy. While I was doing this, my boy came over and asked for his belly to be shaved too. Both dogs are now cool and content. As I was giving them their haircuts, mine kept getting in the way. And the light bulb went on.
I see my stylist again next month. My hair, as of tonight, is no longer all the same length. I cut the layers back into it. I warned him. ;)
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