Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! It’s the haircut from hell!!!
I shoulda known better as it had been that kind of day. Nog met me after my first and only class this morning (we’re both off for the rest of the day) and suggested we go to see an exhibit called Discover the Discoverers at the Alcázar (Royal Palace) about old sea voyages of discovery, and then look for the wonderful wall of pointsettas there that I’d heard about. And then Nog said it might also be a good day to get my hair cut as I’d mentioned I wanted to get it cut before going to Barcelona. So, sounded like a fine plan for the rest of the morning …
But the exhibit turned out to be all style no substance – to the extent that afterwards Nog said he probably knew less about the age of discovery than before we went in. But never mind. We went off to find the fabulous pointsettas that someone had told me about a few years ago … and they weren’t there! And well okay, at least we didn’t have to pay the 7 euro admission since we are Sevilla residents, but we still had to wait in a rather long queue of holiday visitors to get in. Fer nuthin.
Anyhow, I shoulda stopped there.
But when we got to the hairdresser’s just around the corner there wasn’t a queue so I took that as a good sign and decided to go for it. I go to one of those cheapy places as it usually takes approximately seven minutes to cut my hair (an inch or two off, slightly shorter at the back) into the usual chin-length bob. Can’t possibly fuck that up, right? Ha!
Can I tell you? I have ended up with wonky hacked-off layers at the back of my head (after specifically saying that I didn’t want layers) and one side longer than the other. And everytime I told the stick-thin adolescent bitch-on-wheels with purple streaks and seriously bad attitude that she was doing it wrong she snapped at me and was totally rude. I think the only reason she didn’t end up with her scissors imbedded between her eyes is because I was actually in shock. And I would have complained or refused to pay but everyone else working there also looked about 14 years old so I didn’t see much point in that. But I may still write to this company’s head office.
Well, let’s see how the rest of the day turns out . . . clearly I’ll be staying in!
casa azahar 
It’s actually quite handy to have a shaved head… no shampoo costs and you never have a bad hair day 😉
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Not an Emo Philips hairdo!!!
(Wonder what happened to him)
After a bad haircut one consoles oneself with the fact that it won’t last forever – but unfortunately that doesn’t help much at the time.
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Thanks az for the link in my previous comment. html is not one of my languages…
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In a fit of what the fuck it can’t get any worse semi-hysteria yesterday afternoon I decided to try the new do out with fringe. 😀
It’s actually not bad. Nog has never seen me with fringe before and says it really suits me. Of course it will only work when there is 0% humidity but I don’t actually plan on wearing my fringe in public – though what’s left of the rest of my hair is so short that I’m not sure I’ll be able to put it up as usual.
Meanwhile, the only good thing about the back of my hair (honestly, it looks like it’s been grated) is that I can’t see it.
Perhaps I’ll go out after dark and see if I can find a nice hat…
(ps – dragonqueen, you can find some info about posting links in comments here)
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Oh, Az, you have my deepest sympathy. I HATE having bad hair. My relationship with my hair is tentative at best, it is always flying off in all directions at once, doing what it wants to do. The higher the humidity, the worse the problem. And a bad haircut makes the problem even worse. I finally gave up on having short hair, it is apparently very difficult to cut curly hair properly when it is short, and every time it grows a centimeter it has a different direction to head off in.
So, when I decided to grow it long, I made the decision that I was not going to worry about it. Ever. I purchased a bunch of ribbons in different colors, and every day I would brush it and put a ribbon around my head to keep the big unruly mess out of my face and told it it could do what ever it cared to behind that ribbon. Eventually it grew out and I could braid it. Problem solved.
Then I got all sentimental and gooey and donated 14 inches of hair to Locks of Love, an organization dedicated to providing wigs for cancer survivor children who are bald, or kids of alopecia, who are bald. So now I am waiting for it to get long again.
By the way, my husband swears by
Dragonqueen’s methods, keeps his hair very short in the military high and tight cut, and his shampoo does last an extremely long time and hair styling problems are non existent. But if you want to change and get it longer, you have a whale of a long time to wait for the bob to reappear. It seems rather drastic no matter how much you hate your hair, so I wouldn’t counsel actually shaving your head just yet.
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My shaved head wasn’t my choece. Five years ago I had a close encounter with a neuro surgeon and thus had to get my waist long hair shaved off.
However, for a few months I was the est Mum around, and got appreciating comments from the (then teenaged) hatchlings and their friends.
…and it was the handiest hair style I’ve ever had 🙂
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😎 est Mum
Note to self: learn basic html…
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I can picture how flattering a fringe would be for you, az, but that’s still no consolation when someone has cut your hair in a way you’ve distinctly asked them NOT to do. I’ve experienced that before myself (and will never again visit a discount haircuttery as opposed to a reputable salon). And the hairdresser had the nerve to expect payment AND a tip! Needless to say, she got neither.
I might not have wasted the effort to complain to the staff, either, but you certainly should not have been charged for that haircut. I would write to their head office and demand a refund.
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The fringe does look good, and I think the back will grow out pretty quickly. What az hasn’t told you is how lovely and soft her hair is when it’s loose.
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And what Nog hasn’t told you is that my hair is only soft and silky when it’s been blow dried to within an inch of its life. 😉
What a lovely thing to do, hmh! I’m sure it will be much appreciated.
Well, I am about to do something either very brave or very foolish and go out for the day with my hair and fringe down! We’ll even be out of town so I won’t be able to taxi home if things get out of hand. eep!
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NEVER again . . .
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“Not an Emo Philips hairdo!!!”
I had to google Emo Philips as I didn’t recognise the name … yes, the resemblance is quite scarily similar. 🙂
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Aha, this is why I have longish hair cut with lots of layers – that way, I can pretend that its supposed to look messy and I don’t ever have to worry about blow-drying it or 12 year olds cutting it ineptly… but a nice hat is definitely a good answer when all else fails!
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This is totally off-topic but I’ve just come across a very good quote by Emo Philips…
“When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realised that the Lord doesn’t work that way so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me.” 😀
Perhaps I should start a new post for favourite quotes. . .
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And speaking of bad hair days, today I woke up after a rather restless night with more than somewhat frisky hair. When I said to Nog that my hair was a total joke he said it was more like a stand up comic … 😕
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