My Grandpa used to say, “the only difference between a good haircut and a bad haircut was two weeks.” Boy, I wish that was the truth. You can see my matronly teacher hair-do here. It was a big improvement from the lifeless mop that adourned my head prior to this cut but it wasn’t quite what I was looking for. Enter haircut #2. (You can read about haircut #1 here.)
I decided on a fun/funky little salon in downtown Asheville when I just couldn’t handle my hair for one more minute. My stylist was a cute young girl with a darling hat on. (Maybe not a good sign.) But she wore it well. Her shirt was see through. I don’t know that that is relevant to this post, but there you have it. She was very quiet. Fine by me. (Especially while having my hair washed.)
I did not want to go short and not love it. And I did not love it. Enter haircut #3. Back to above mentioned salon. Same girl. No hat this time. I liked the hat. Shirt- not transparent. That was better.
“I just need a little something. Still.” I said.
And what she heard was, “please-just take a big chunk out. Right there. I won’t be needing that.”
And see, if I hold my head just so and tilt my chin down just a bit, you can hardly notice it. Right? Just nod.
Nothing like a bad haircut to bring out the vanity.
And also, I bought a hat!