I don't have a regular hairstylist in Ottawa. This is a problem. Over the past year I've been playing the haircut equivalent of Russian Roulette, booking appointments at random salons based on little more than a name or decor that pleases me. It worked out okay for awhile. I didn't meet "the one," a stylist I wanted to commit to long-term, but I didn't get butchered, either. Well, my luck was bound to run out eventually. A few weeks ago I spun the cylinder and booked an appointment at a certain salon because they have a nice website. The loaded chamber locked in and Bam! I walked out of the place with a haircut that looks and feels like an ill-fitting wig.
To the untrained eye, the current mess probably doesn't look that much different from my usual style (such that it is), but to me, it's all wrong. It's choppy where it should be blendy, blendy where it should be choppy. It zigs where it should zag, and puffs in awkward places. It's as if I'd instructed the hairdresser to locate and emphasize every little cowlick that curses my mangy mane, and throw in elements of a classic bowl cut while she was at it. Honestly, I think I could have gotten a better result if I'd shaved my head and stuck clumps of hair back to my scalp with double-sided tape.
So now I'm trying to decide if I should just try to live with it for awhile, or get most of it cut off and start all over again. Sigh. The aspirations I have for my hair are so modest. I know better than to hand the hairstylist a cover shot of Reece Witherspoon and expect to walk out of the salon looking like a Hollywood starlet. No, all I want is to grow my hair long enough so I can have the quasi-style every other mom in my area has: shoulder length with wispy bangs, pulled back in a pony tail 85% of the time. Is that too much to ask? Maybe by this time next year, I'll have it worked out. In the meantime, I'm strangely grateful that hat season is almost upon us here in the Great White North. No one expects you to have a hairstyle in January.
And no, I'm not posting a picture.
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That's a tease. Bring out the picture! I've had one horrible haircut in Seattle thus far, and so has Chris...it's part of moving to a new place, I think. You could go for Henry's bathtime look? Your little man is sporting quite a tub style these days...I enjoyed that photo of the week! Hope his scarecrow nightmares are over...Maybe he should be something quite friendly for Halloween.
I just got my first post-pregnancy haircut and highlight. Pretty good for the random booking I did, although I think I have scarlet highlights in places...ooo, I'm so edgey!
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