So. In the clamoring desire for change that I've had since The Great Surrogacy Retirement (and by "great" I mean Not Great), on a whim one day a couple of months ago I decided make an appointment to get my hair professionally cut. It is only every two or so years that the urge to drastically alter my hair strikes, so when the feeling hits I usually act swiftly before I change my mind. My hair had grown long and while that's a good thing, it was mostly a limp, shapeless mass which I dealt with by pulling back into a not-sexy ponytail. Suddenly wanting to feel somewhat sexy (at least from the neck up), I made an appointment, printed out a picture of the style I wanted, and went to the beautician within an hour of deciding to whack off my hair.
"Please do this except not quite as short and not asymmetrical," I said as I handed the stylist this picture:
I just took this picture a few minutes ago, so my bangs have grown out significantly since then. But when it was first done, they stopped about half an inch above my eyebrows. You might be thinking that this haircut might not be so bad. Allow me to to put it in context for you:
Not cute. AND! The stylist also "got creative" and at random intervals around my head, twisted in funky curlicues over the bob. AND, AND! There was absolutely no professional finesse to her cutting techniques. She just hacked an even trim around my hair and macheted my bangs much too short. I could have done that for myself at home.
I'll let my hair grow more through the summer, then will try again with someone else before the start of the next school year. In the meantime, come regale me with tales of your most hair-raising (or cutting) experience.
When you're finished, we can all dance and shout, "¡Lo hicimos!"