So, here it is, my eagerly anticipated (HA!) hairdressing experience.
OK, this was only the second time I had got my hair cut, as I used to want to grow my hair really long. But then I decided I didn't, so I got a haircut. Surprisingly enough, it was a really good one. But the hairdresser was totally mad. She scared me. She treated me as if I was about five, she didn't seem to be looking at my hair, she was waving the scissors all over the place...really scary. So, I decided I wouldn't go to
her again. So, the next time I went, I got another hairdresser. And that was where the horror began. First of all, she didn't even
see me with my hair dry. By the time I got to her my hair was wet, and my hair isn't curly when it's wet. So. I showed her a picture I'd found of a really great curly haircut. it was short, just below the chin, with tons of layers. I should have realised something was wrong when she went like: "So, do you mean you want it layered?" To which I replied, "Um. Yes?" So,
then, she asked me how short I wanted it. What was going on?! I pointed to the length I wanted it. Then she asked me if I wanted blowdryed with a bit of a curl. Now, the girl in the picture had super mad curly hair like mine. "Um. Yes. I want it blowdryed curly." Now, the last time I went to the hairdresser, I had learned that under harsh lighting and a giant mirror, you begin to see extreme faults with your self. So, this time I'd brought a book. I stuck my nose in the book, since I was sure since I'd shown her a
picture she'd get it right. WRONG! She'd blowdryed my hair...
Straight. Yes. Straight.
Straight. STRAIGHT!!!But, still I was sure it would be fine once I washed it...
Right?
When I washed it, my hair which previously had lots of seperate curls and ringlets had bunched together.
I looked like Shirley Temple.
That was two months ago, and I still look like Shirley.
Does your hairdressing experience top that?
