The Dormouse's latest ambition is to be... pause for dramatic effect... "a Hair Barber." She takes any opportunity to rejoice in the random mess that is my hair. A couple of Sundays ago, I let her do a hairstyle for me and she delightedly ran to the bathroom and returned with every hair product I ever even thought about purchasing. Then she spent at least thirty minutes spraying, combing, arranging, spraying, banding, spraying, and spraying my hair. Then she sprayed it once more for good measure. When I was done, I no longer had a head of hair but rather a helmet of hair. I immediately had to make excuses that I desperately needed a shower in order to wash out the half a bottle of hair spray that she'd used on this lovely updo.
This weekend, I was a bit desperate for a trim and it takes a good four weeks lead time to get into my regular stylist these days. So when we were in the mall on Saturday, I stopped into one of those mall hair salons and just asked for a "slight trim - not a new style, just a trim, do not cut more than a quarter inch off anything I swear to you by all that is good and holy, I just want a trim!" I got The Dormouse's hair cut as well and paid a little over half for both of us compared to what I normally do for just me at my regular place.I don't know how she did it but the woman didn't cut more than a quarter inch from anywhere and yet still managed to mess that up. I am spectacularly unhappy with my haircut right now. Which is saying a lot if you know how much of a rat's behind I do not care about my hair most of the time. Now I am looking wistfully at these photos and thinking, "Oh look how nice my hair looked back then. Maybe I should just let The Dormouse cut it from now on."
Morale of the story: You get what you pay for.
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April 9, 2008 at 1:28 PM
Do you have a hard time, when she says, "I want to be a hair barber" not saying, "Is there any other kind"?
(Can you tell what kind of an upbringing I had?)
And I know what you mean by bad haircuts. I've just had to resign myself to not going to my chi-chi salon downtown for my $50 style and am now getting it cut for $25 at a cute little blue-hairs salon in Takoma Park. As you aptly point out, you get what you pay for. :-(
April 9, 2008 at 4:14 PM
Actually, I don't have a hard time saying "Is there any other kind"? -- I say it all the time.
My children may not grow to adulthood with a healthy self esteem, but they will clearly understand sarcasm.
April 9, 2008 at 8:01 PM
When my hair was REALLY short (think buzzed), I had no qualms about going to Wal-Mart for a haircut. I knew that it would grow out really fast anyway. Now that my hair is longer I feel like it's more of an investment. Still, I always wish I had a good hair barber who would do it for love instead of money.
April 9, 2008 at 8:23 PM
Oh, I think you can have both healthy self esteem and a sense of sarcastic irony and humor. I'm living proof of that! :-)
April 11, 2008 at 12:38 AM
Go back and have the good hair stylist fix it back. Now. When it comes to hair, money is no object. Unless you're lucky enough to have the hair genes that work no matter what you do.