After that successful haircut I gave Yasu with the Flowbee, I got confident and impulsive. My hair was so long and it was just getting in the way of everything, so two nights ago I decided to try it on myself… Yeah, bad idea. Of course, my hair was way too long and way too soft to be cut properly with that thing. I even helped it by cutting about 15 inches off with scissors but basically it was an immensely stupid idea.
There was no fixing it, I ended up with completely uneven hair, chunks out of it in really funny places, but my hair was shorter. Obviously, I was really upset and wondering what had come over me an hour earlier, but my sweet husband told me I was still beautiful. “Thanks darling”, but I already knew I was going to a professional salon the next day to fix it.
So yesterday I told the hairdresser to cut whatever he thought would look good on me. I wasn’t really pleased with it though. I mean of course it was better than what I had done to it, but to me it was just so-so. I know I should have said something to the hairdresser, but for some reason I never do. Too shy, too polite, too stupid, I’m not sure, but it’s a disease I’ve had for many years. I often end up going to another salon for a second haircut a few days later to fix this problem. Yeah, there’s a reason I always let my hair grow long, I’m not good at getting my hair cut the way I like.
But this morning I got to style my hair myself and I’m happy to report that I do like it now:
I will not be going to another salon for that customary second haircut like I planned last night. I’ll probably let it grow really long again before I get another haircut, but for now my hair is nice and short and no longer in the way!