Saturday, March 22, 2008

I Cried Over a Haircut Today

I've been growing my hair out for the last 9 months or so. I prefer the way I look with shorter hair...not super short, but above the shoulders and all sticky-outy on the ends. Very cute IMO. But once in awhile I decide I'd like to have it longer. My husband loves long hair (doesn't every man though), so I also do it a little for him.

Lately I've been itching to cut it off. We're going to Vegas (baby!) in two weeks, and I really wanted to have my cute, kicky short cut back for vacation. I finally went and did it today. I picked a haircut from a magazine, showed it to my hairstylist and off she went.

It's important for me to note that I have never worried about cutting off my long hair. My hair grows fast and so my philosophy has always been "it's only hair, it will grow back". No big whoop.

So as my hairstylist starts cutting...and cutting...and cutting, I start silently freaking out. I'm screaming in my head, "NOooo!!!". I don't know what the hell happened, but apparently I was not as ready to cut it off as I thought. And just when I'd calmed myself down, she says to me "Well it too late to put back on, hope you happy!" and then she giggles. She's asian and does not speak very good english, so at first I thought I must have heard her wrong. Surely she didn't say that! But she did. Fuck.

Just my luck, I'm sitting in a styling chair right between two young, skinny women with hair hanging to the middle of their backs. One is getting hers straightened and the other is getting hers colored. I caught both of them shooting alarmed looks my way several times. I wanted to bitch slap both of them. Hard.

Every time my sylist would swing me out so I'm facing the rest of the salon, I would frantically search for any young, beautiful women that may be having their hair chopped off too. The only ones I saw were about my mother's age. I swear to God, the lady that sat down behind me told her stylist "just take a tiny bit off, I'm loving how it looks long!" Arrggghh....

So she dries it and styles it all poofy on top to make me look like I'm 50 years old and butch...I am neither of those things. Technically, the cut is exactly what I asked for though, so I figure I'll go home and style it my way and it will be fantastic. I drive home and anticipate what my adoring husband will say to make me feel better, like he usually does when I'm having image issues.

Me: What do you think?
Him: *blink*
Me: You don't like it?
Him: Do you like it?
Me: I'm not sure, I think I hate it
Him: Well, it's really short.
Me: Is that bad?
Him: I like your hair long.
Me: So you hate it?
Him: I don't hate it, it just isn't my favorite.
Me: *sniffle*
Him: Well, it's not THAT bad.

And that's where I burst into tears.

I know I can make it look better tomorrow. I'm sure I will love it! Really! I will!



Traceytreasure said...

Oh! Just think about how fast it will grow now with all that weight off! The only reason I have any hair at all is because my husband wants it long. He doesn't want to wash it, blow dry or curl it but he wants it long. He doesn't even HAVE any hair on top! I've cut it short after having a baby because I'm usually mad at him anyway! Girl, there are so many cute wigs out now. Go get a couple in different colors because you know... "WHAT HAPPENS IN 'VEGAS STAYS IN VEGAS" Have a ball! Don't let your hair ruin your trip. You can go swimming, anything you want and you won't have to fuss with it much! I say good for you! Hugs!

Miss Yvonne said...

Awww, thanks for the hugs and positive comments!

Good news...I'm feeling much better about the hair. Got lots of fantastic comments yesterday and today at work. The hubby changed his mind about it too once I styled it different.

Traceytreasure said...

YES! I was hoping you'd like it! Nothing to worry about, it always grows back! Have a great, great, great time in 'Vegas. We used to live there....two kids ago....just about 11 years! It was growing fast when we left. It is fun to visit but not so great to raise a family there! HAVE FUN!!!!!