Ever have a bad hair day?

Good Morning, Folksies!

I didn't have any clients early this morning at the salon, so I am taking advantage of the precious time to sit with you, a fresh cup of coffee and some whine on the side.

I have cut my own hair for more than twenty plenty years. That is because most of the time hairdressers don't have time to take care of their fellow workers. And also, hairdressers are the worst for sniping each other with what they think their other cell mates, I mean cosmetologists, need done.

Okay, so here goes. On Saturday morning in between clients, I asked one of the gals I work with to "clean up" the back of my hair. It was getting raggedy - which I personally like, but just a tad too long. I needed the back redefined basically and wanted someone else's hands in the back of my head for a change. This is the first time in at least 10 years that I have allowed another hairdresser to stand behind me with a pair of shears.
As she was snipping cautiously, a client came in and she wheeled the chair so that we could chat about appts. When she said, Hon, I am going to balance it out a bit, I said fine - mostly because I was intent on what the client was speaking about and mostly because I have worked with this gal for about 5 years and she KNOWS how I wear my hair. OMG. Never again. Do you hear me? NEVER AGAIN! I look awful. It is so short around the face and I like to hide behind my hair. Balanced? I cut my own hair, do you think I care about symmetry and balance? Get real! I feel like a middle aged woman who colors her white hair. Well, I am, but, I don't like to LOOK LIKE THAT. grrrr. When she twirled me around I wanted to cry out, What the heckfire shoot were you thinking????

Hubs is a wise man. He has not mentioned the haircut. Even when I am first waking up and it is standing in spikes a punker would be proud of. It looks like a peacock tail, to be honest. Before I even brush my teeth or wash my face, I am standing in front of the mirror saying GROW! GROW! GROW! I have also used some expletives that may offend your sensitive ears but it is often heard after the word "Bull". I am allowed to use that word, I was raised in the south and you may recall my adventure of rolling down the hill through piles of it.

My daughter says it looks good, then turns her head to try to hide the smile. Can you tell I feel NAKED?

You really can't tell from this self portrait how short it is in the back and the sides. If I took a full frontal, which I am NOT, you would say things like, well, your hair grows fast or it's winter you can wear a hat, or I have an extra bag you can borrow.

My compatriot knows better than to ask me to give her a cut anytime soon . . .