*make that two years and counting. Mediocre, bad, very bad, and really bad haircuts.
We recently celebrated our second wedding anniversary, and I realized that I haven’t had a haircut I’ve actually liked since our honeymoon.
For most of my life, I had long blonde hair. I rolled it with hot curlers daily and spent lots of time to make it nice**:
But as I’ve become more confident in myself (thanks to the encouragement of Husband), I’ve tried to focus more on what matters to me. So I have made some changes to my daily routine that align with my new priorities: spending less time and money on beauty efforts. I have a short and simple cut right now, and I’ve minimized the prep time required to get ready at home or at the gym. Mrs. Frugalwoods has helped shape my perspective on beauty, spending and time priorities.
On the first full day of our honeymoon, I got a haircut. Not exactly what you’d think of as a high-priority activity for honeymooners. I had been ready for shorter hair long before our wedding, but I didn’t have the courage to chop it off knowing that our wedding photos would last a lifetime.
By the time our wedding rolled around, I was fed up with my shoulder-length hair, and so I booked an appointment at one of the only salons in Sedona, Arizona. I had it cut shorter than it had ever been before.
It felt great, life was good, yeah yeah yeah. I enjoyed the new haircut bliss for a while.
Until I needed another haircut. The stylist back home I had stuck with for years had her first child and wasn’t returning to work afterward. Despite this permanent maternity leave, she didn’t recommend a replacement (thanks a lot), and so I was on the search for a new hair person.
So I bounced around. I tried few stylists recommended by others and I dropped in on a few random salons that seemed decent. Young and old, male and female, gay and straight, different ethnicities and cultural backgrounds, I’ve tried them all. I never found one I really liked enough to want to return to more than once or twice.
During that bouncing around, I decided I was ready to take the plunge again — this time with the color. As many of you may know, having blonde highlights is an expensive and time-consuming commitment. I wanted to be done with that for good, so I had my blonde hair colored to match my natural brown roots. I was a brunette for the first time in my life.
Whoa. It was a difficult change.
I’m not going to lie. I thought my new color was too dark to possibly match my natural roots and I didn’t recognize myself in the mirror. And that cut… yuck! So I bought some expensive clarifying shampoo and used it every day for a few months, no joke. I was determined to get some of that brown out of there.
I even got a super short haircut shortly thereafter so that my natural brown would grow out and replace that icky “dark brown” as quickly as possible.
Eventually, I got used to the brunette staring back at me, and I even came to like the color. When my natural hair grew out, it turned out that the brown applied by the stylist (and, okay, clarified countless times by me over months) matched my natural color perfectly.
I continued the salon bounce, and I’m still bouncing around today, more than two years later. I’m a lot more confident in myself now, at least. As I reflect on the once earth-shattering cuts and traumatic color changes I’ve experienced since that blissful honeymoon haircut, I’ve realized that I’ve learned a lot of important things…
What I learned from 2 years of bad haircuts:
- It’s just hair.
- Be grateful that I currently have:
- Hair to cut.
- Disposable income to pay someone to cut my hair (sometimes twice in one week).
- Freedom to wear short hair, display my hair and not cover it.
- Living life with my authentic hair color feels really good.
- I have some subtle natural highlights that I actually like.
- Appreciate the good things before they’re gone. My longtime stylist “R” was expensive and slow, but she was very talented. I didn’t know how good I had it with you, R.
- Sometimes, Dad was right. “You get what you pay for.” A few weeks ago, my $17 haircut turned into an $80 disaster after I had to book a second appointment at a different salon 48 hours later in an attempt to remedy the $17 chili bowl situation. Attempt #2 wasn’t much better than the first, but I gave up because I was discouraged and afraid a third haircut would not only push me over $100 in beauty expenditures for the week but also turn out even worse than the first two. Yikes!
- It will grow out eventually.
- Change is good.
- I will never look like a celebrity, and maybe I don’t really want to:
- Carrie Underwood for my best friend’s wedding? Try more like the Cowardly Lion after he’s been to Oz.
- No matter how many different photo angles I bring with me show to the stylist, my pixie will not make me look like Anne Hathaway.
- A chili bowl is not equal to Victoria Beckham’s very Posh, stacked bob.
- Language barriers are the least of my problems at the salon. One of my best cuts was from an older Korean woman who spoke little English. My worst was from a native Texan who had a lot in common with me. See item #6 above.
- New product can’t fix a bad cut, especially with fine hair. Three more new products can’t fix it either.
- Nope, not mousse, gel, clay, mud, oil or any of the other “miracle solutions” I finally let go of last week.
- It is really nice to blow dry my hair in less than a minute and spend more time doing things I love instead of in the bathroom prepping.
- Even with good haircuts, you still have bad hair days. And even with bad haircuts, you can still have good hair days.
What do you think?
- What have you learned from a bad haircut?
- Do you change the color of your hair or do you wear your natural color?