I’m really bad at getting my haircut. Not cutting my own hair,(though I’d probably suck at that too) but bad at telling the hairdresser what I want.
It doesn’t help that most times I go to the hairdresser, I don’t really know what I want.
I have a tendency to go a long time between haircuts. I have it chopped off short once every two years or so, then grow it out again, and chop it off again a couple of years later. I almost always make the decision sporadically and then have it cut immediately.
This morning was one of those moments.
The last time I had my hair cut, I was pregnant. Miss E is now almost 7 months old. So it’s been a while.
I woke up this morning and decided I couldn’t live with my hair as it was any longer. I don’t know what the style I wanted is called, but I decided on a bit of change, going longer at the front and short at the back. Let’s call it a reverse mullet.
So, I ring around a few hairdressers to find someone who can cut my hair right now because, you know, after 8 months or more of not noticing my straggly hair, it needs to be cut right this second. I eventually find someone who can cut my hair in the next 5 minutes. Fabulous!
I go in looking like this (pre hair cut, in the car selfie)
I explain my reverse mullet vision, with not much length being taken from the front.
I walk out like this:
It’s all one length, and shorter than I’d imagined. I don’t hate it, but I’m pretty sure that it’s not what I asked for.
I have no idea how it happens, but every time I get my hair cut, it’s nothing like I imagine it’s going to be. Even when I take photos in of what I want.
I’m sure that if I went in now and asked for a trim, I’d come out with a buzz cut.
Ah well, I’ll grow it out again, and work out what I want in another year’s time.