RD and I usually spend Saturdays together, but he was off all day getting his diving certification, leaving me wondering what to do with myself. Normally, I'm not this attached to my boyfriend, but it was one of those days.
So, I took my 5-year-old cousin Alex to my friend's shop opening, then we wandered around until I decided to get a haircut. I often cut my hair out of sheer boredom. Feeling particularly nonchalant this afternoon, I told the hairdresser to do whatever she thought best. Big mistake. Now I have more layers than a wedding cake, and it looks almost like a mullet.
We've all had that salon experience where we leave feeling less than fabulous. I remember being 8 years old when my mother forced me to get a haircut. I squirmed and cried as the stylist snipped away. I made such an impression that, 18 years later, the hairdresser still tells me that story whenever I see her.
I’m starting to understand why my dog, Chino, hates haircuts. He never gets a say in the length and always ends up sulking for hours afterward. His first haircut was a disaster. When I picked him up, my fluffy puppy looked like a drowned rat. I wanted to cry but held it together for his sake. I kept repeating his name to make sure he was really mine. His face looked ridiculous, with his big nose even more noticeable. He literally looked pathetic. When we got home, he ran under the bed and refused to come out until dinner. I think he was too embarrassed to face Sox and the other neighbourhood dogs. OK, maybe I'm being a bit dramatic, but still.
If anyone wants me, I'll be under the bed.
3 comments:
Awww... how bad can it be?
You know, I think it'd take a lot more than a bad haircut to make you look bad, Julz. :)
I cried when I had a haircut once too, back in Singapore. Never ever will I go for that short a crop again.
You should've come to Sculptures with me today if you had nothing to do!
aww... shucks. it's not that bad, I don't like the fresh new haircut look, takes me a week to get used to it. it's up to my shoulders.
dave thought that he would be done by 1pm, but the course ran a lot longer than he expected. he was in the water the whole day and couldn't call me. he didn't get home until 7:30pm. it was a long day. I think the not knowing when he'd come back made the wait more excruciating.
that's why I didn't make any other plans.
he liked my haircut, he says just as long as it's not above the shoulders.
post the sculptures photos!
boys and their preference for long hair...
at least you didn't get told you were just getting a trim then leaving the hairdresser's with a really really short boy haircut (evil mother). because my sister was younger than me and so was still androgynous looking, she actually got mistaken for a boy (we were primary school aged), that's how bad the haircuts were. and that is one of the reasons why i have long hair. and your hair is definitely not that bad thi, it is nice, it's just layered all around which is the normal way they do it, you actually have to ask them to keep it full at the back for them not to layer it up to your eyebrows.
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