Being very brave - Part II

Well, let's just say it was more traumatic than it needed to be - I've heard of people crying when they get home from the hairdressers because they hate their hair...  But really, tears while you're still in the shop??  Ridiculous!

You have to understand - I'm as sick as a dog, along with the head cold, last night saw me literally trying to bark up a lung (I may also be pre-menstrual - possibly not the best time for a hair cut!) and I have had this long straggly hair for so long, because I frankly couldn't decide what to do with it, thinking I'd done so well researching magazines and internet sites until I found what I wanted...

I went in there with 3 different pictures of the hair - from different angles and stuff (it's one of Kelly Clarkson's old styles - so not too hard to find pics of the chick!) I thought I was odds on to get what I wanted - I'd actually decided what that was, and had photographic evidence!

So, we got to what should have been near to the end - 3 and a quarter hours in, when the 12 year old who was doing my hair cut a fringe into it...  Now, my hair was as long as it had ever been since I was in high school - all my adult life I've had short hair, but not for a lot of years have I had a fringe...  I had been sitting there biting my tongue because the colour, which the owner lady of the shop had said wouldn't look so nice so dark in my hair so she thought a lighter colour would be better - was NOTHING like what I had shown them.  Not only was it nothing like the photo, but I had specifically said to the 12 yo and the owner lady that I wanted the gold (blonde) colour out of my hair...  I have had issues with this since South America, where they quite frankly don't understand that once your hair gets to yellow - that is NOT blonde!!  Anyway, I digress...

12 yo sees the shock in my face, or reads the tension in my body, or something and asks how does that feel - I say SHORT, 12 yo: oh short?  Me - yes, I haven't had a fringe for a very long time and the hair style in the photo doesn't have one either...  Cue owner lady who has a chat with me about the things that I'm unhappy with, and reassures me that they will make sure that I'm comfortable with it before I leave - they'll put more darker bits in (so you can actually see them without a magnifying glass) and they'll try more to tone down the gold that appears to still all be there...  And yes, of course they can blend in the bits of hair 12 yo has cut short with the still straggly long piece at the back...  There were tears, they were frustration tears - from feeling so crappy and sick, from having such fine hair that nothing really ever works the way you think it might, from my head (which was already mighty sore) being pushed and pulled and yanked around for over 3 hours. I wasn't really happy to have to spend another 3 hours of my Saturday in the hairdressers...

Anyway owner lady explained (about 10 times) step by step what they were going to do, and what we'd expect each step to achieve toward my hair goal...  Which now she tells me is unrealistic because I don't have that much hair, and that it's not going to look like now because it's still wet and not styled etc like the chick in the picture, I'm not sure that she understood that even in the state I was in I wasn't buying you can't have that hair, well maybe once it's styled you can...

She did manage to calm me down though, I decided I would reserve judgement until they got through the second process before running screaming from the shop - well, I couldn't really leave at the time I had half a hair cut and a ghastly colour!!  After owner lady sorted out the colour and went back to the poor girl she was supposed to be working on 12 yo came to apologise and then went on to rinse, finish cutting and blow dry my hair - mostly successfully...  That is about from still pulling on my hair from the roots, clocking me in the head with the blow dryer 6 times and waaayyyyy overdoing the product (I think she was still feeling bad)...  Owner lady also gave me a bag of goodies to go with my new hair style...

All in all, it was certainly not the way I wanted to spend a Saturday I'm feeling particularly crappy (especially the one where scrapbooking goodies have arrived and I wanted to play with them) but the result is quite good...

I will get pics up, as soon as my head stops pounding so much - right now, time for some panadol and to see if I can sort out some photos so I'll have something to scrap with...