Haircut From Hell

Have you ever gotten such a bad haircut that you left the salon in tears?  Well, I have, just yesterday.  I had the day off from work and was going to spend it getting my hair done and then treat myself to a pedicure.  I don’t have a regular stylist anymore so normally when I get my hair cut I just get a trim.  Yesterday was different, I wanted a new look so I made an appointment at the nicest salon in town.  I specifically asked for someone that  understood how to cut hair on a middle aged fluffy gal without making my face look fatter.
The stylist and I looked through a hairstyle magazine and chose something with long layers and soft bangs while my color was processing.  Let me just say that I had long almost one length hair when I got there.  She began cutting and really screwed up and kept cutting and cutting and cutting trying to fix it.  She dried and styled it  and started cutting some more.  It was at this point that I LOST IT and told her that she needs to STOP cutting and let me out of here!  I asked loudly who I should pay and she just stood there looking at me in horror so I left the salon in tears and didn’t pay her a dime for my cut or color.  I’m normally not one to cause a public spectacle of myself but I just lost it right there in the middle of the salon.  I looked ridiculous with this disconnected bang thing on my forehead.  It was VERY scary! 

After going home to compose myself and mourn the loss of my hair  and contemplate how I would kill the stylist  I called Mini Me to come look at it to see if I could even get another cut to correct it.  She called in Sparky, one of her stylist friends and she made an emergency house call.  It was like calling 911 for bad hair.  She was here within 2 hours with her rolling salon and whipped out 3 different kinds of scissors, a cape and hair style magazine and showed me a couple of options of styles that could still be obtained with the hair that I had left.  She was able to make it look like an actual style  and I think I can live with it  for now until it grows some.  THANKS SPARKY!

As vain as it may sound, I was feeling very sorry for myself and my Mom called.  I began telling her about my plight and she stopped me and told me this…she was at the hospital with her lifelong friend waiting to have an emergency operation to remove her breast implant.  Her friend had breast cancer a couple of years ago and had her breast removed and then went through chemo and radiation.  About a month ago she had reconstructive surgery but the skin had began to tear so they were having to remove it.  Here I was whining about my haircut when she reminded me that it could be a LOT worse.  Mom’s really have a way of putting life in perspective.

Today I will attempt to style my hair myself and go to Angel’s 6th birthday party.  I will go with a hat on  with my hairless head held high and be happy for all of my blessings.  Thanks Mom!