Hair Cut
So I went to the hair place, and described the Perfect Hair I wanted. I was clear and concise. I demonstrated by holding my hands at appropriate lengths.
Yet, I now have bangs that are reminiscent of a six-year-old taking a pair of safety scissors and hacking away at her hair when her mother's not looking.
They're cut a good half inch above my eyebrows. WTF? I held my hand at a level distinctly mid-eyelid. How did the translation get that screwed up?
Felt better when I brushed them to the side, so that safety scissor choppiness and length was less noticeable.
I hate the hair cut. It's not a bad cut (bangs aside), and it looks good. But. Still. I hate it. And, yeah, it's possible to hate a hair cut that isn't bad and looks good. Just like I can drool over Angelina Jolie, but could never fuck her because she's a raving psycho.
ETA: Since all the old dye was cut out along with about seven inches of hair, I'm back to my natural color. My husband was like, "Dude, your hair is brown! I never knew that."
Yet, I now have bangs that are reminiscent of a six-year-old taking a pair of safety scissors and hacking away at her hair when her mother's not looking.
They're cut a good half inch above my eyebrows. WTF? I held my hand at a level distinctly mid-eyelid. How did the translation get that screwed up?
Felt better when I brushed them to the side, so that safety scissor choppiness and length was less noticeable.
I hate the hair cut. It's not a bad cut (bangs aside), and it looks good. But. Still. I hate it. And, yeah, it's possible to hate a hair cut that isn't bad and looks good. Just like I can drool over Angelina Jolie, but could never fuck her because she's a raving psycho.
ETA: Since all the old dye was cut out along with about seven inches of hair, I'm back to my natural color. My husband was like, "Dude, your hair is brown! I never knew that."