Cut Memories
There is a few times in my life that involves haircuts, that I remember. This is of me when I’m around 3 years old and have had a haircut.
My sisters weren’t happy that my mother cut my hair, because before that it was more thick and I had long curls. My mother just saw the practical side of it, since she washed my hair. I still have a piece of that hair curls somewhere.
Next time she did a major haircut on me was when I was around six and that wasn’t popular either, because that was even shorter…
I had long hair all the time until I was graduating when suddenly one of my sisters suggested that it would be time to cut it shorter again, so I agreed just to get a change. She did cut it above my shoulders and everyone thought it was very neat - except me!
I regretted that haircut so much and I never got back the same quality of my hair that we cut away. Somehow, the one that grow out were different. I don’t know why. Maybe it has something to do with hormones too - it was that age.
The first time in my life I was going to a real hairdresser, I was really nervous about it even though I was grown up. I went there and tried to explain to the hairdresser what I wanted, a not too short hair style and permanent curls. Not just straight cut off. And what do I get? Straight cut off! The one and only hairstyle that I don’t look good in!
It was permanent curls though, but I hated it so much that I didn’t want to show myself to people, I wanted to hide under a cap. I even called my working fellows and warned them that next day when I came to work, they had to promise to not laugh at me - or I wouldn’t come to work….!!!
The following day I went in there terrible ashamed, almost hiding myself and nobody laughed, but I could tell that they agreed with me, but were nice enough to say that it wasn’t that bad. Except for one collegue. She hadn’t heard the warning and she began late too.
She entered the room, started talking immediately with us and then she spotted me - and started to laugh outloud! Oh, horrible, horrible feeling, both for her and me. She was terrible ashamed over her reaction and tried to explain that the difference and shock were too big…
I didn’t get used to it, I was forced to have it while the hair growed a bit and then I went to another hairdresser that was more talented to see what’s really fitting that customer. It’s not just cutting techniques, you must have an eye for the hairtype and personal appearence too.
This photo is from our trip to Brazil last December, when I started to lose my hair. When we came home, I was almost going bald, because by then it came off real fast and scary. That was when I took up the nickname Baldie Hawn ;-)
The tissue in my nose? Oh, just a bad nosefall cold as usual nowadays when I have my bad travel curse… It’s either some sickness or bad weather… *lol*
So, what’s all this leading to? Well, I’ve had a huge problem with haircuts before in my life, but how on earth am I going to be able to go to the hairdresser to get a haircut now when I hardly got any hair left? If she cut my hair, there will defenitely not be any left!
I’m still losing hair because ot the lack of iron. I know that some people look good in short hair, but I’m one of those that actually hate short hair style. Call me oldfashioned or boring, but I just love long hair.
I have to find a new hairdresser that is used to help customers with more significant hair problems. And have some kind of consultation first, to hear what they can do or not do or if they have other suggestions. Then I must go home and think about it before I make any move.
My hair is very important to me, has been my pride all my earlier life, but not any more. *sobbing*
It was over 1,5 years ago since I went to the hairdresser…!!!
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