It's my hair, now do as I say

Well, it happened to me again. Of course, I've yet to hear of a woman who got a haircut and loved absolutely 100% of it. As those of you who have kept up with my blog ramblings know, I got my hair cut at the end of May. At first, I was a little gun-shy on if I liked it, but then once I figured it out, I really came to like the way the lady cut my hair. Since it had been a while since I got a trim, and I actually liked my cut, I thought that I'd get it trimmed. (Now to understand what a significance this was, I get my hair cut in the fall/winter and spring/summer. According to my calculations, I wasn't due for another hair cut until October, but I had an extra Great Clips coupon [that's the only time I get my hair cut].) The lady who cut my hair last time was working and she remembered me (how many people come in with a DVD of Sweet Home Alabama and ask for a Resse Witherspoon haircut?). She said that she would be glad to do my trim. She asked me how much I wanted taken off, so I told her between 1/2 and 1". She said ok, and got to work. As I look down, I see about 2" snippings falling to the floor. I'm starting to panic. She said that she liked to change haircuts everytime to give it a "somewhat fresh approach." My eye! I think she goofed and didn't want to admit it. Anyway, it ended up being so short that she actually had to get the clippers out to trim my neck. I knew I was in for it then. But by that point, it was too late. Now, the last time I had clippers touch my head was another major goof-up by a hair stylist. That was my horrendous mushroom haircut the night of the NBT awards ceremony the summer of 91. (That one was lawsuit-worthy! For those of you who didn't have the privilege of knowing me then, you're not missing a lot. My hair was down several inches past my shoulders and I went to the salon at Penney's to get a cut before the big awards ceremony for Neighborhood Bible Time (a VBS equivalent). I told the lady I wanted it cut somewhere between my chin and shoulders. The next thing I know, I here the shearers and look up to see my hair cut up to the middle of my ears. Needless to say, I cried. Thankfully, not many pictures were taken of me with that hair cut. It was almost overshadowed by the fact that I won 2nd place for my grade that night, but the fact that I had to stand in front of hundreds of people with my head shaved was humiliating enough to keep my pride from getting to me. I digress.) Anyway, I'm still wondering why she asked me how much I wanted taken off if she was planning on doing it her own way. Anyway, I hate to tell you, but there will be no pictures of this haircut for quite a while, or at least until I can manage to figure out what in the world to do with it. (I've lost my safety nets of ponytails and headbands.) Like I said a couple months ago, at least it's only hair. It'll grow, eventually. Until then, I'm the one in the baseball hat.