The day I got neutered

I hate hairdressers.




I was going to end my post there, but I thought you'd like an explanation, so here goes.
(Oh no, not again, those stupid drawings!)

I had very beautiful hair. Well, to me it was beautiful.

But I wasn't 100% pleased with it and decided to go to the hairdresser.

A few days before the session, I stopped by the hairdresser and gave her some pictures of how I wanted my hair to be:

I wanted scene-inspired hair, with colours! Short and messy on the top, long and straight under. I figured this might need some planning, and therefore handed her the pictures so she had some time to think about this and how she would pull it off.

The days went, and suddenly I was sitting in her chair. I already had a bit of hairdresser-phobia, so I assured her THREE times NOT to cut the length, even if the hair was broken! Three times.

 

"No problem at all" she said. And then she destroyed me.

She could see the horror in my eyes when I looked in the mirror, and then she assured me that she had not, in fact, cut the length at all. She had just cut it a bit shorter in the front, but it was much longer in the back, and what she had cut was needed to be cut.

Like I don't have a mirror at home. Or feelings in my fingertips. Like I'd never figured it out that she had neutered me. Well, FUCK YOU!

You see the difference, right? It went from covering my nipples to not even touch my shoulders. I cried when I got home. No kidding. I cried alot.

It's gone two and a half years now, and my hair is almost at the same length as before the.. incident.

I hate hairdressers....

A hairy situation

Thursday my best friend, Sun, cut her hair yet again.
Only this time not particularly shorter. She is actually trying to save this time. And now she does it with a hairdresser so that whenever she gets the urge to change, the hairdresser can change it without cutting. AND she is now getting back her naturally beautiful brown colour. Hope she'll make it. She has been through changes in hairstyle for every year we've been friends. I don't feel like posting old photos of her without her consent, so I drew it in paint:

Ever since she got short hair she's hated it and wanted it to grow out. But she's mostly got patience like a puppy. None. Therefore it has stayed short. Cut by her own hands, preferably with a kitchen scissor. But she did experiment with bangs and shades of red and shades of purple, with black hair in between, because black is easier to maintain. But now! It is brown yet again. It'll take a few more sessions before it is natural, but I think it is nice already. And she seems happy for now too, so everything good so far.

She did show a tendency to experiment with hair early though. Her hair in 2007 was not exactly supposed to look that way:

Never shall I cut my hair short. A hairdresser cut it shoulder length a couple of years ago and I cried and I cried and I cried when I got home. Never ever EVER!