Near-disaster at the beauty school
I’ve gotten many a beauty school hair cut in my day and have always functioned under the belief that if you are very specific about what you tell the student you want, that you’ll come out with a good hair cut. Well today my theory was smashed to bits, because I realize that strategy doesn’t work if the student doesn’t listen to you. I told her exactly what I wanted and she took me a direction that was a whole lot closer to punk rock that I’ve ever been before. Not that I have anything against punk rock, but it’s just not a look I can pull off particularly well.
Thankfully I am okay with my hair right now, mostly because my student stylist (butcher) called her instructor over to help her fix it when I expressed my unhappiness. It is about an inch and a half shorter than I was hoping for, because I had to lose some length in order to get it to a place where I was more happy. But, I think it will take me a little while before I get up the nerve to go back to Jean Madeline.