Two weeks ago, I squeezed in an impulsive visit to the hair salon located in the spa in the resort in which we were staying in PA. The stylist asked lots of questions and spent time trying to figure out exactly what it was I was asking her to do. She might have achieved some sort of understanding, too, if I had, in fact, known exactly what it was I wanted her to do and been able to convey it. Mostly, I wanted her to fix the haircut I’d had five weeks prior, during which I’d asked that stylist to please fix the style that my longtime hair stylist had failed to achieve.
So Olga did a fine job, but really, it was just a trim, and now, two weeks later, it’s growing out because if my hair were a superhighway, it would be the Autobahn.
Tonight, I was becoming increasingly annoyed at how long the back has gotten since my little visit with Olga, and I thought to myself, how much damage could I possibly do if I just bust out the clippers and trim the tiniest bit all by myself?
Now that the deed is done, I can state with confidence these two things:
- I CANNOT ENDORSE cutting the back of one’s own hair. Bangs, maybe. But the back? Under no circumstances should this task be entrusted to anyone other than a trained professional.
- You cannot un-cut hair. It will grow, eventually, but you can’t stick it back on after it’s cut.
My little DIY trim does get the hair off of my neck, and this is a good thing. It certainly feels better. It may even buy me a couple more weeks before I seek out yet another stylist whose price is more in line with my current budget. My longtime guy? Waaaay too pricey for me now. Besides, If I’m being honest (and I know you expect nothing less from me), I hadn’t been entirely happy with his product the past few visits. I do feel kinda bad leaving him now because, well, we have history, and also, he had moved into new space and was struggling to keep it in the black. (Take a tip from my (former?) stylist: Do not open a shiny new salon in a high-rent district that’s 10 or more miles from most of your clients. They won’t come. Bonus suggestion: Take care not to do this when the nation’s economy is imploding.)
And before you ask, NO, I don’t have a photo of my little home haircut gone awry. My camera is in for repair. (It’s under warranty!) Plus, you think it’s hard to cut the back of your own hair? Try photographing it, with a cell phone camera! Not possible.
Aren’t you glad you visited today? I know I am. Do come back next time where I plan to bitch and moan about the perils of home hair color.
Or not. But I should.