Hair Cutting Horror Story

When I was a youngen in Los Angeles, I had shoulder length hair.  It was cute.

 At the time, Jennifer Aniston's famous long-layered cut was all the rage, and I thought to myself that I could work that.

 This hairstyle was the goal....

Instead of heading to a fancy salon, I walked into an open Fantastic Sams.  Not to disparage all Fantastic Sams, but this is what happened to naive, little, money-saving me.

I told the stylist that I wanted layers at the end.  I mean, everyone had that hairstyle, the cut should be common knowledge among hair peeps, right?  She hardly responded to me, but I trusted she understood me.  Then she proceeded to cut my hair....pulling strands up in parts and cutting away randomly.  My hair was wet, so I couldn't really see what it looked like...until I got home.  My hair was chopped up.  I kept looking at it to make sense of it, but I couldn't.  I had to go back to get it fixed.

So, I went back and talked to a manager.  I told her my story and she looked at my hair.  She responded with "this is the second time she's done this."  Really???  The manager quickly said that she would fix my hair at no charge.  She sat me down and after looking over my hair again, she said "I have to cut it really short to even it out."  She actually brought out the clippers and shaved up my neck.  So, instead of a cool, long layered, en vogue cut, I got a chin-length bob.  Needless to say, I looked really....average.  

 

   
And when you are in L.A. trying to have that edge, this look didn't work for me.  One of my regrets in my life is that I just didn't go for it and ask for a spikey crew cut or shave it off....I probably would have been more interesting looking AND more interesting.  Plus, me wanting to save money cost me around $300 in new headshots (pictures for auditions).  I also credit this look for scaring away my ex-boyfriend.  I bet if I still had my long hair when I ran into him, he would have been groveling at my goddess feet.  Instead, he kind of looked at me strangely and seemed to be in a hurry to get somewhere.

The moral of the story is this.  Take your finger and circle it around the front of your face and head like a lasso....and tell yourself "this is not where you try to save money."  Ladies, splurge.  Clockin' out, my job is done..