I did it. I went Monday night and got my long hair cut off to donate to Locks of Love. It was very traumatic, in more ways than one.
This is the first time my hair has been this short since I was around 18 or 19 years old. Locks of Love only needs 10 inches of hair, but by the time my stylist had finished, he had sheered off more like 14 or 15 inches. I was devastated at how much he took off. I didn’t want it that short, but he kept insisting it was only 10 inches. Perhaps he shouldn’t have braided it and then measured! I didn’t realize how short he was cutting it until he cut off the first braid in the back.
After cutting off the braids, he then proceeded to give it some style, as he called it. He trimmed off another inch to inch & a half, then blew it dry. When I looked in the mirror, I hated it. I do not like poofy hair and it was poofy. I figured it would look better when I went home and washed all the poofy out.
I was so wrong! I don’t know what the hell he was doing, but the left side was a good 1 1/2 inches longer than the right. The way he had styled it, it wasn’t noticeable at first. It was horribly choppy all over once it was wet. I’m talking visible chunks of stair-step hair. I have to wonder if 1) he was on drugs or 2) he doesn’t know how to cut hair for a style, only trims. I had gone to this same guy for 4 or 5 years, but he’s never done anything but trim the ends of my hair.
I was so freaked out I was considering waiting until the length grew out a little before I got it fixed, but every time I looked in the mirror on Tuesday, I couldn’t stand it. I googled hair salons in my area and chose the one that had the best reviews. Luckily, they were able to fit me in that same day.
The stylist was wonderful. She was so sympathetic about what had happened, as she realized it was hard enough to get all that length cut off without having to face a horrible cut. When she looked at my hair, she found it hard to believe a professional did it. I can’t blame her. It took her quite a while of little snips here and there to get it fixed.
I walked out of that salon feeling better, with even shorted hair. It barely touches my shoulders now, as the stylist had to even it out to the shortest length. It looks better, but I’m still not used to it being so short. She has found herself a new client, though. Scuba Man says there’s no way I’m going back to my old stylist.
All in all, I’m glad I did it. My hair is nice and short for the hot weather. It’s so easy to wash and comb out, very easy to fix. But best of all, hopefully, a child with cancer will one day soon have my blonde locks made into a wig just for them.