My hair reached critical length weeks ago, so yesterday, after making sure cute boy got into the office without somehow killing himself, I went to the hair dresser. My preferred hair cut is a basic one—short in back, below the jaw in front—and this particular hair dresser has cut my hair to my contentment a couple of times before, so I expected this to be over and done with quickly and easily. Silly me.

A simple thing

I’m not sure exactly what happened. I can only assume that the hair dresser decided my hair looked flat, and decided to do something about it—without asking me first.

My preferred hair cut is preferred for many reasons. One of these reasons is that unless held back, my hair hangs down in front of my face. As I like to avoid bumping into random unidentified objects while walking down the street, my hair needs to be long enough for me to tuck it behind my ears. As the hair dresser suddenly cut the hair on top of my head short, this—and my regular hair cut in general—was no longer an option.

I now had to trust that he knew what he was doing, and that this would somehow end up okay. Silly me.

Trust?

He kept cutting. He insisted upon washing my hair, and I despise the feeling of someone else washing my hair. He then proceeded to style my hair, for what seemed like a small eternity. Finally he finished, and I could gaze upon the result.

A big emo lock hung down over my left eye. The cut had a distinctly boyish look to it. Not only did he make me look like a goddamn emo, he made me look like a goddamn emo boy! I’m sad to say that rather than giving the hair dresser what he deserved, I went into quiet shock, and simply paid and left.

The furious anger did not kick in until over an hour later, after I had finished my grocery shopping—quite a feat with the bloody emo lock over my eye the whole time—and shivered every time I somehow glimpsed my own reflection. Too late. Thankfully my hair grows fast, so I can do some damage control and hopefully make it look semi-decent until it grows back out.

Damage control

I had a bad dye job a couple of months back, and my original plan for the day was to cut, bleach out the bad dye job, and re-dye my hair. I was going to dye it a dark colour, but this is simply out of the question with an emo-like cut. But a different colour might work, so I got on with the bleaching.

Here’s a free tip for you: Avoid Schwarzkopf LIVE Color XXL like the plague. Not only did the intended colour last for about two hair washes before somehow fading into a different colour, but it turns out heavy bleaching only slightly lightens the colour. My only non-option for re-dying appears to be black.

Anyone know where I can buy a nice hat?