Sorry I posted the whole sorry story on another board, this is what happened:
Went to the hairdresser on Saturday, he'd cut my hair twice before and both times said how nice it was (which is kind of flattering but beside the point now!) It was around bra-strap length, dark, straight, shiny. I wanted 2 or 3 inches off.
When he first started the cut he handed me the first piece of hair he snipped off, it was only about 2 inches long (the strand he cut off not the length of my hair left!) Soon after that his sister came in (she doesn't work there) and he excused himself to go and speak to her quickly, I was just reading a magazine so I didn't really mind and anyway he came back a couple of minutes later and go on with the cut again.
Then a bit later I looked up into the mirror when he was re-positioning my head and I caught sight of a big heap of dark hair somewhere behind me. I never dreamt that it had come off my own head, though (the salon was pretty busy) and I thought to myself, wow, someone's going REALLY short! But you know how sometimes you look in a mirror and get the distances all wrong? So near things seem far away and vice versa? Well, I'd done that: eek. Slow as you like I cottoned on to what was happening, my fingers flew up to the back of my head and he nearly chopped off one of them!
But that was not before I had felt my newly cut short hair and a big space where my long hair used to be all over my neck. The only bits left bra-strap length were the two uncut sections on either side of the front of my head, which were still combed forward over my shoulders.
I was stunned. All I could remember was the feel of the short hair and my eyes were glued to the piles of wet hair fallen all over the floor.
Well, my hairdresser had no idea what was going on, bless him, I think he thought I'd gone crazy. (I had!) I said, what on earth have you done? His face was all confused......well, it turned out that he'd cut someone's hair in the morning that was the same colour and similar length to mine and they had wanted a bob. So he'd trimmed the first section of my hair then unpinned the next one over the top, gone off to say hello to his sister and come back, got mixed up and started cutting the bob.
So by that point he was practically finished so he had to finish up and cut the other long hair even with the short parts. That was the horriblest part - you know how wet hair is really heavy? Suddenly he moved the scissors across my face and this huge chunk of hair dropped down into my lap, then he did the same the other side, ugh. I was actually shuddering at that point.
Well, luckily (!) he'd cut up just to my neck, which means that my hair ended up a tiny bit past the bottom of my ears, but IT'S STILL SOMEONE ELSE'S HAIRCUT!
I'm annoyed because that was my longest-ever length (well, since I was much younger) and I'd been growing my hair for two years! I wanted it all long and pretty for Christmas parties next month and my birthday next week.
Oh and I still forget that I have short hair whenever I go to brush it or whatever and when I wake up in the morning I am always alarmed to find no hair around me on the pillow.
No more hairdresser trips for me for the foreseeable future, anyway! Beware, everyone!!
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