Yesterday I tried a new stylist since my regular one is on her honeymoon.
Unfortunately, I ended up with a bad haircut. By the way, there’s no hiding a bad haircut–when you have SHORT hair. And for some inexplicable reason the stylist (who’d endlessly complimented my hair texture) decided to leave most of my head with less than an inch of hair all round–barely enough to pinch. She did however, kindly leave me a small fringe in front and wisps near my ear lobes. So I kind of still look like a girl.
After viewing the damage in the salon mirror, I did something that in a previous life I would’ve never done. I summoned a brave smile, swallowed my disappointment that the outcome looked nothing like the magazine picture that I’d given her, and I tipped her. She’d given it her best shot, afterall, and we did have a wonderful chat, so I also gave her an extra fond hug since it’d be my last visit.
When I got home and looked again in bathroom the mirror I was again saddened…and overwhelmed with helplessness. I’d just started a new job in a conservative industry 5 weeks ago!
My 4 year old son gave me a hug and said “Mom your hair smells good and I like the way it feels!” My 6 year old daughter took one look at my head, saw my red eyes and instinctively said “Mom, I like your hair!” Then she too hugged me.
I cheered up.
Although I rarely wear earrings, I decided to try on a bold pair that I’d never worn. Then I rimmed by eyes with black eyeliner, from a makeup set that I’d receieved as a gift last year but had never used. The effect was a little Annabella from Bow Wow Wow-ish (circa early ’80’s.)
At the end of the day, bad hair cut or not–it is still me. So I scooped up my adorable tribe and exited the building. After all it was a great day out.