Reply #51: OK, I've got two for you - one a hair-cut story, the other a [View All]

hair-style story.

Haircut: My hair was approaching shoulder length. This was in the Dorothy Hamill wedge era, and I decided I'd try something shorter. So I walked into one of those "no appt. necessary" places and asked the woman, who spoke little English, to cut my hair short. Jeez, she practically scalped me. It was awful. She started hacking away and it was uneven. So she hacked more to even it up and before long I had about an inch of hair all the way around. She started shaking her head and mumbling to herself because she knew it was bad. Never went back there again.

Hair Style: I was getting married the next day. My mom made two appointments - one for her, followed by one for me. I dropped her off and ran to pick up my dad and brothers' tuxedos. The guy at the tux shop couldn't find one of the vests and kept me waiting. Anyhow, I arrived back at the hair salon 15 minutes late for my appointment. The woman absolutely refused to take me. She didn't care that I was getting married. I had thrown off her schedule and that was that. It was late in the afternoon and, in desperation, I ended up at another one of those "walk-ins welcome" places. A young woman newly arrived from someplace where beehives were in fashion (This was 1973) managed to take my baby fine hair and literally made it stand up so I looked like the bride of Frankenstein. It was horrible, but she thought it was great, and I didn't have the heart to tell her how truly awful it was. She must have sprayed a gallon of hairspray on it. When I got outside, I drove around to the back of the building and started a massive comb-out effort. It took about an hour before I could face anyone I knew. The next day I just took a curling iron to it and it looked fine.


At least hair mistakes can be corrected. I hope you find someone who better understands what you want the next time around!!