Embrace the Inevitable

Stupid tropical storm knocked out our electricity yesterday and it still isn’t on :( I want to take a hot shower and not look like a scummy for work tomorrow.

Trying to get my hair cut today was unbelievable. I had to go to three different places and got my hair cut three times to get it to the length I desired.

This morning I woke up at 9 with the intentions of going downtown to the Aveda salon to get my hair cut. While getting ready I thought I might invite Mister and Lilu to come along and walk around while I get my hair cut and maybe get some fro-yo after. 

When I got to the salon I asked if anyone was available for a cut. The lady at the desk said no and that I could come back in a couple of hours. We had a busy day planned so I declined and went to find Mister and Lilu. We then went to Island Time and got the puppy a cup of vanilla with doggy bones in it. She had a hard time tasting it considering it was all over her face within seconds.

After that Mister and I dropped her off at home and headed to the mall to get new pants and work appropriate dresses. When we got our shopping done we walked past a Regis salon. I had my mind set on getting my hair cut today so we went in and I sat with the only available stylist. I was only getting a cut so I assured Mister it would only be 30 minutes max.

When I got in the chair I told Macy (my stylist) that I didn’t want to spend time shampooing and was only interested in getting my hair cut to my collar bones. She asked if she could wet my hair and I said yes so we went to the wash basin and she decided to shampoo and condition my hair which took quite some time as she was the slowest moving human. While she was doing that she said it would be a waste if I didn’t because it was included in the price. 

Finally we got down to the cutting and I again said that I wanted my hair cut to my collar bones. We got to making conversation and eventually she was finished with the back. I ran my fingers through my hair and said it should be a few inches shorter. She barely cut off a couple inches.

So she cut my hair a second time.

I had been sitting in the chair for nearly an hour and Mister had been patiently waiting in the sitting area alone so I wanted nothing more than to have her finish so I could go. When she was done cutting my hair a second time it was still a couple inches past my collar bones. Frustrated, I said it was fine and would like to have a quick blow dry.

She took her time.

FINALLY she was finished so I paid and Mister and I finally got the heck out of there. When he saw me he was confused as to why it too so long because he didn’t notice any difference in length. 

When we got home I asked if he would cut my hair and he said yes. I separated my hair into sections and taught him how to hold sheers. in the middle of the first snip I burst out in tear in a mini anxiety attack. When I calmed down he finished and surprisingly did a good job. 

So now my hair is around seven inches shorter and it only took a million hours, three locations, one no, one stylist, and my boyfriend to get it that way.

I’m sick of feeling ugly and worthless and that I’ll never be good enough.