Never again will I cheat on Liam.
I’m trying to stay positive. My hair does look a bit better than it did this morning. I wouldn’t look better bald.
It’s always a good idea to scout out a stylist before letting him or her touch your hair. You know – at very minimum, does he or she have a flattering hair style? So I peeked in the salon. a guy and a woman working there, both looked, to me, presentable. Flattering clothes and hairstyles on them both. So I asked about walk-ins, and was told I could come back in an hour. Okay. I came back. Both were still busy, but there was a third. I should’ve just kept walking. Her hair was chunky and multi-coloured, short with two long strands, looked fried, didn’t suit her face shape. But no. I decided to go ahead with having my hair cut.
It’s also a good idea to come prepared, with magazine clippings of hair you like. When I first sat down in Liam’s chair I had my computer on my lap and I showed him a movie trailer where the lead female had hair I liked and thought would look good on me. So today I showed up with an ad from a magazine. The model’s face is similar to mine. Basically, she sported a modified bob with chunky layers around her face, long bangs swept over to one side. What I’ve wanted for a while. The stylist looked and nodded, commenting that we have similar features, and said she could do that, no trouble.
Then she cut short, angled bangs.
I was trusting that a stylist would look at a picture and envision the cut ‘behind’ the style. The picture had an angled-bang look, indeed, but because the hair was swept over! The final product: basically if I blow dry and straighten my hair and then sit perfectly still, the cut is the same shape as the picture.
I contemplated raising a fuss, but really, what would be the point? She can’t cut it longer. I just have to cope.
To make things worse … I came home to a voicemail message. From Liam’s salon. He had a cancellation.