So, my hair was so long it was getting in the way. It was hard to keep it out of things when I was working and it was doing things like tickling the baby's face as I tried to lay his little sleeping self in his crib. So I had a little bit of leftover gift card to a local salon. I wasn't supposed to get a haircut with this gift card, I was supposed to do something frivolous, but when I tried out the manicure it was too hard to keep it nice. Maybe I'm just Beauty Routine Challenged. But my nails were messed up before I left the place cuz even when the polish was dry it wasn't hard. Then I did dishes once and that was pretty much the end of the manicure. So there was no way I was going to do another manicure - waste of my money. And a pedicure was $50 - people do this? Where do they get the money (or the time for that matter)?? So. It's been more than a year since my last haircut, and I'm ready. Gonna donate to Locks of Love and get me a cute haircut. I've got a picture of one I had several years ago, and I'm looking forward to it.
Only when I get there the stylist wants to "play." And he's not very happy when I tell him I don't want any gooey stuff in my hair - including hairspray. The smell bothers my husband, and I'm really too lazy to do my hair every day. I don't want that kind of cut. After double checking 3 or 4 times, just to make sure that I really know what I want, he gets down to the business of cutting my hair. So I leave with an odd cut. I'm not sure what I think, but I run into my friend from New Zealand at the store, BW, and she loves it. I'm still not convinced. But washing it and doing it myself are always a good way to tell what's really going on with the hair. So I washed it last night (I often get evening showers.) and this morning it was a mess. Some parts are flipping under, some parts are flipping out, and and some parts don't seem to know where they're going.
So, I'm no master of the curling iron, but this morning I found myself in the bathroom trying to get my hair to all lay the same direction with my curling iron. The baby wanted to unroll the toilet paper, and the hair, of course, is not cooperating at all. Once this cut grows out a little bit, I'm going to Cost Cutters - or even the Beauty School. Both of those places do what I ask them to, and they are litterally half the price!
This'll be humerus next week, right?
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Hi! I came across your blog from the LDS Ring. I've been homeschooling for 10 years, so I loved that yours was the first blog to come up when I hit "Random".
I know what you mean about the hair. It took me forever to feel even somewhat capable. The trick is in learning how to blow dry, and then it will do whatever you want and STAY that way, no hairspray needed, for DAYS (since sometimes it's days between a tired Mom's showers) Good for you donating, though. My 11 year old step-daughter is doing that today actually, right now!
Hello! Welcome to my corner of the internet! That is pretty cool that you got a HS blog right away. Most of the LDS blogs I've looked at so far have been writing blogs. I actually re-looked at the ring to make sure that I hadn't joined the wrong one.
Good for your daughter that she's donating. I still need to go find some form & address. I dunno. Last time I just told them I wanted to donate and they took the hair away. I guess that fancy salons don't do that sort of thing.
Maybe I'll have to try blow-drying for a while. I hate to do that to my hair though. That sort of thing is so rough on hair. But I suppose it's not any worse than a curling iron, which I tried today. Hopefully Andy will get that gate I bought installed so I am not protecting the cat food or the toilet paper while I'm trying to do my hair. (Un)Rolling TP, now that is a good time; Just ask the Monkey!
I used to have the coolest hair. Five minutes and I was the door with this incredible head of hair.
Then comes early onset menopause . . . sheesh! Someone shoulda warned me about all the things that happen. ESPECIALLY ABOUT THE HAIR! My hair is so not cool anymore. I haven't been happy with a haircut in five years.
It will grow out . . . that is the only advice I can give.
Grrr, isn't it so irritating to:
a) not have time/money to go to a hairdresser for a year or more (so when you go you want it right for goodness sakes because it's taking up your precious time)
b) spend a boatload of money figuring it'll be a good cut and it's just kind of....not. I mean...you spent all that TIME as well.
And it's also annoying when they want to blow dry your hair and put goop on it and stuff.
I totally know where you're coming from on this one - been there, done that, and really understand your frustration.
Give it a week or so and you'll tame the craziness. If it's not tame in 2 weeks, getting it tidied up somewhere else might help. Good luck.
Oooh, Candace, that's not good news. If my hair is already thinning and funky and I haven't hit menopause, what's going to happen when I DO hit it?
How come you're the first person to let on that your hair goes crazy during menopause? What other things happen that no-one's prepared us for?
You're right, Keeley, I'm already getting the hang of it a little better. I got it to look decent today, even with a middle of the night shower because the Monkey puked on me (YUM), and without any tears or goop.
And I don't want to hear about the menopause thing: I'm just getting the problems that PCOS caused fixed up. Thank goodness for acupuncture!
I tell ya...haircuts are a pain. Especially when you go somewhere where they think they know more than you...lol. You'll like it,...eventually.
Today was another bad hair day. Got a night time shower last night again, and it was just ODD looking when I got up this morning. I'm still undecided on getting it fixed. I'd have to go even shorter, which does not excite me & Andy is a long hair man. It's already shorter than he likes. Probably I'll wait a month or two for it to grow out some before I do anything with it. Most days it's not too bad, and I did get it to behave by putting it into a ponytail. it even mostly stayed put....
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