Whimper--I just made an appointment with a new hairstylist and I'm scared

Seriously, with hair like mine (fine and very curly but not the good kind of curl), this is about the same stress level as a first skydiving jump (and just about as big a leap).

But my regular stylist is having a family crisis, so he's AWOL. I love the guy and I feel bad for him, but I've waited for three months, and he's still out of commission, so I've gotta do something.

Somebody hold me and tell me everything's going to be all right and I won't end up looking like a Q-tip. (And yes, that's happened to me several times in my life.)

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I've seen the damage an ignorant or careless stylist can wreak on curly hair. I wish you well, and a beautiful new haircut to boot.

I've had hair catastrophes that still give me nightmares, so I'm really jumpy. There's nothing worse than having a stylist say, "Oh yeah, sure, I know how to work with curly hair!" and then proceed to decimate my noggin. My usual stylist does all right, but sometimes even he makes a mess of it. The only good stylist I had was in Boston, when I was in grad school. She made me look like a million bucks and didn't charge anywhere near that much. Ah well.

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And repeat to yourself "It's only hair...". Sure, we tie a lot of our self image to it, and as a hair-challenged individual (ultra fine, ultra straight, and thinning), I've suffered through my share of disastrous haircuts: I'll see your q-tip and raise you one nuclear fall-out victim. But even at it's worst, a bad hair-cut only lasts a few months.

Take a leaf from a friend of mine who once went through chemo. She made it an opportunity to indulge in the most outrageous hats and wigs she could find. On one memorable occasion, having had it with the protesters outside our clinic, she whipped off her turban and ran outside waving her hands and screaming "Ooga Booga!" at them. Believe me, the sight of a 300 pound, one-breasted, totally bald woman scattering a bunch of loud-mouthed, self-righteous fanatics like frightened pigeons is one I'll always treasure. BTW, several decades later, she's doing just fine - I'm convinced a sense of humor can be a cancer survivor's greatest asset.

And anyway, I'll bet your hair turns out great. On impulse I walked into a neighborhood salon a few months ago, and asked the next available stylist to do her damnedest.

Got one of the best haircuts of my life. Now, if I could just remember her name...

My brain says that...and then my ego shouts "I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU!"

I thought it would get better as I got older--that I wouldn't care as much--but it's kind of the reverse--the skin sags, the weight increases, but maybe, JUST MAYBE, I can keep my hair nice.
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GREAT visual of your friend! Now that's the way to live life!
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I've been there myself. Mine is the oppposite case -- short & stick straight. There aren't many people who can cut it well so that I don't look like a little boy with a bowl cut. On the other hand, my husband has really curly hair, so I know that there are similar issues with hair like yours and his.

I'm sending good haircut vibes your way, my friend! :hug::hug:

My mom has thin, straight hair too, and she always ends up with a bowl cut. Drives her crazy. The funny thing is so many people with curly hair wish they had straight hair and vice versa. I just prefer to resent my brother, who has thick, wavy hair (well, he did--snarf), not curly.

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Here's hoping we get reduced from DefCon 1 sometime soon--I miss your purple Earth sig pic! :hi:

...and have had a periscope shoved up my ass, so I guess it is hard for me to be sympathetic about a hair cut.

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I popped out a 7 lb. + kid with a bony elbow flipped over his head, and broke my tailbone in the process, all without meds, but I still have it in me to freak out over the state of my hair if I so choose.

Now go poop on somebody else's thread, or I will taunt you a second time! :P

I don't "get" people.

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A wisdom tooth fell apart last week. Those boys gots to go. Gotta get a crown for another toof. Only a couple of other cavities.

After reading your post, I got nothing to say.

I feel lucky, though.

A new, trained stylist is a cakewalk. (Though one of the girls is a trained stylist, but whatever, haha.)

Never mind the dreads--do you still have both your ears? :scared:

They weren't THAT drunk, and a copuple of them were actually sober, so it turned out better than one might expect, actually, haha. The drunk ones just chopped a couple dreads each.