Yeah, so, this happened to my hair yesterday!
You may remember that this is what my hair used to look like…
As you might have guessed, I had a hair appointment yesterday. This hairdresser is relatively new to me – this was only my third time seeing her. I switched several months back, frankly, just because this place was a little less expensive than where I was going before and I was trying to save a little money. But, I’d been pretty happy here so far. The young woman here isn’t quite as personable as where I went before, but she’s done a good job so far, which really is the point, isn’t it?!
When I went in yesterday the salon was quiet except for one gentleman finishing up with the other girl working and so I was taken care of very quickly. As we began discussing my hair, I did say that I thought we could go a bit shorter than last time. Now, when I said a bit shorter, in my mind I was thinking maybe an 1/8 of an inch around my ears because I like to push it behind my ears and it didn’t bend behind there as easily as I wanted it to. But I didn’t say that…I only said “a bit shorter.” Now, I have no doubt whatsoever that my former hair dresser would have known exactly what I meant. She knew me very well. But, like I said, this is only the third time I’ve seen this young woman and she’s not a talker, so she doesn’t know me well. And, apparently, in her mind this was the definition of “a bit shorter”.
Didn’t I realize what she was doing? No not really. For one – I’m very trusting, so I let my mind wander and I really wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention. Part of me is still very use to my previous hair dresser whom I really did trust implicitly. Secondly – I have to take my glasses off when they do my hair and I am blind as a bat without my glasses, so I can’t really see what’s happening.
I’ll admit when I first got home I was a little a shell-shocked when I first really looked in the mirror. Just that initial surprise. The next thing I did was send those top two pictures to my “panel of judges” to see what they had to say – my three daughters! I knew they would give me their straight up opinions. The consensus…they loved it! They thought I pulled it off well, but understood that I still needed to get my bearings with it.!
And I did. I mean, after all, there’s really nothing I can do about it is there? Not like I can glue hair back on. So, I might as well decide that I’m going to love it and make it work for me! Super short girl – super short hair! It’s all perspective.
You know I could have really let this ruin my day. I could have been really angry and laid into poor Britney. Why didn’t she ask me along the way if she was going too short? Yada yada yada! I could have come home and stewed and pouted and gone to Ulta and priced extensions! I could have…
I couldn’t help thinking about how often we let the little things in life completely derail us – derail our day, our week, our month. Someone cuts us off, short changes us, makes a rude remark… cuts our hair wrong, and we allow it to completely destroy us because we hold onto it. And you know I’m as guilty as the next guy. I’ve done it myself and do you know what I discovered? That guy who cut me off? He has gone on about his merry way having a perfectly lovely day while I’m sitting here stewing and fuming allowing my day to be ruined, and for what? Having to wait an extra 20 seconds to pull my car out? Now who’s the real dummy here? And hair? Guess what… IT GROWS! Go figure! And if I decide this isn’t me, that’s just what I’ll let it do. But, for now, I’m gonna rock my pixie hair for all it’s worth!
Until We Meet Again!