I have a hairdresser curse that I need to break.
It started on our wedding day when the salon that I had been going to for a year provided my bridal party less-than-satisfactory customer service. Long story short, the place was too expensive to have to deal with snootiness.
Five months later (this March), I got my hair trimmed at a different salon. It was okay. The stylist did a fine job, but she was maybe a little unprofessional in her salon-chair talk, telling me stories about drinking adventures, her ex, and TMI in general. I was pleased with my hair trim, though, so I went ahead and scheduled my next appointment with her for eight weeks later.
Fast forward eight weeks: I showed up for my scheduled appointment to find out that my stylist had been fired. I can’t say I was surprised, but it was irritating that the salon forgot to call me and let me know that I would need to reschedule with someone else. I left that day in May without a haircut.
Fast forward five months: This past week, I could not stand my split ends any longer. It had been seven months since my last trim (scary!), so I went to a salon I drive by all the time. It had good reviews online, so I figured it was going to be great. I walked in, and the salon was gorgeous. Really spacious and modern. I got a tour of the facility, was offered a beverage, and got a head massage during my hair wash – all promising!
I told my stylist that I wanted a TRIM just to clean up the ends. I had been painstakingly growing out my hair for YEARS, and it was the longest it had been in my whole life.
You know how it is when you’re sitting in the salon chair, and you can’t really tell how much the stylist is cutting off. Lots of snips later, she twirls the chair around and my heart drops at the sight of my three-inches-shorter hair. I kept a smile on my face, because really … what can be done at that point?
Here is a heartbreaking before and after:
That is not a trim, right?
I am mourning the loss of my long locks. And that, my friends, is my scary, hair-raising Halloween story for you.
PS - Happy birthday to my love, Christopher Jr. and my wonderful mom-in-law, Michele!