I've had a love/hate relationship with my hair all my life, as I suspect most women have. When I was a child (one of 5 daughters), I was rarely allowed to have it long; it seemed that anytime it almost reached my shoulders, my father would have mom give me a haircut. Mom did tolerably well (better than I could ever do), but she struggled with consistency. Each time I would get a haircut, I would be disappointed in the result but would gradually get used to it (or it would "grow" on me). So the next time I'd say, "I want it like it was the last time," but of course it didn't turn out that way.
When I went to college, my hair was short, mostly blunt cut, and halfway through college, I got a really nice tapered cut (don't really know what'd you'd call it) at a salon. Most of my adult life it has been short like that, although when I had my first child it was to my shoulderrs. With each baby (there were 4), the hair got a little shorter - no time for anything fancy after all. Surprisingly, my very talented husband learned to cut hair, and he would trim or style mine when I asked. (He even gave me a few perms, with varied results.) And once I started dying mine, he even liked doing that for me. (We still have a few boxes of hair coloring, but since the grandkids came along, I think I'm entitled to go gray. I am the grayest of all my sisters, and I think even grayer than my brothers, even though I am the middle child, not the oldest.)
A few years ago, I decided to grow my hair long. I grew it for 3 years, and enjoyed it very much. Then one warm spring day I realized that I was wearing it up most of the time, so what was the point of the long hair. By the way, my aforementioned husband preferred it short, but was agreeable to my wearing it long if that's what I wanted.
Anyway, a year ago I had it cut, and as the stylist was working on it, she cut it off straight first. Although I had originally planned to go back to my earlier style, I decided to go with the straight cut. I got a good response, and I liked the look. The problem was, everytime I went to the salon, I got a new hairdresser, and each time it came out slightly different, but okay.
This week, as we began to head into warmer weather, I decided to get it trimmed again. I asked Ken to do it for me, and he agreed. First, I need to explain that in all the times that he cut my hair, it was a good cut and flattering. I told him - just trim it, about an inch or two shorter all over. Shortly after he started cutting, he said, "I have no idea what I'm doing." Which should've been a clue. After another 5 or ten minutes cutting, he said, "I think I'm going to have to layer it." I didn't want it layered, because that's always hard to grow out. So he let me take a break to go look at it in the mirror. It was ghastly - a blunt cut practically just below my ears - not a good look for me at all. We both agreed that layering was the only way to salvage the cut, and so he did that. (I guess because he can't picture things in his head, he couldn't remember what my hair looked like once he started cutting.)
I still don't like the cut - today is day 2, and after sleeping on it, my hair looks like someone randomly cut here or there, but with no rhyme or reason. At least it will grow back, eventually. I am not going to post a picture because it is really a bad look for me. Maybe later, if I can find a way to manage it. If you really can't wait, you can go to KKDV.com, click on the coffee break link, and look at the picture for 3/15 (yesterday) - I won a coffee break for my co-workers and me, and they took a publicity shot for their website. I'm on the right in the front row.
I could tell soo many hair-raising stories about haircuts (mine and those given by me) but you probably don't want to know all of them.
