Dramamine Queen

I got my hair cut a few weeks ago. I knew what I wanted. I have had pretty much every hair style and colour under the sun, seriously you name it chances are I sported it for at least 5 minutes.  Actually no, I lie, I have never had green hair, green hair looks good on no one.  My problem is I have not been able to find a stylist that I love in the city. I have had exactly one good hair cut the whole time I have lived here and of course it just happened to be the most expensive hair cut too. So I go to a new stylist and tell her I just want my hair cut all one length. Easy right? I needed about an inch and a half off and that was it. Somehow she talks me into some light layers and even though I know I do not want them I find myself agreeing. I swear the salon shampoo has some sort of mind control drug in it that makes you agree to things you normally wouldn’t. This would explain a lot of hair I see actually. So she cuts the layers. Except the first/top layer is chin length, about 4 inches shorter than I wanted it. But its cut so what can I do? Except when my hair is chin length it does this forward swoop thing naturally so when its dry and not straightened its like I’m wearing a bob wig over the rest of my hair. At least I can still get it all back in a pony tail.

Its not my worst hair cut. In grade 8 my mom brought me to a fancy salon and I brought a photo of a short bob. Instead the woman gave me about a million layers. Sort of like this one:

At least in my head that’s how I remember it, maybe a bit longer. It did look good as I strutted out of the salon. It had about a half can of Paul Mitchell hair spray on it and had been painstakingly blown dried with a tiny round brush for the better part of an hour. It was my first real hair style. Up until grade 7 I had never even had anything more than a trim. Thanks to my pseudo hippy parents I had Crystal Gale style hair.

I would have been 12 or 13 when I went to the fancy salon. Which is about 15 years too young to have a hairstyle that involves more than 3 minutes worth of effort to get it to look nice. Oh I tried. I got up extra early and tried in vain to coax it into anything that resembled its salon state.

After about a week of failed attempts I finally figured out the only way to style it that wouldn’t reduce me to tears was to use a silver barrette I had and pull back the top layers and pulled the rest into two tiny ponytails or leave it to fend for itself. I wore it like that until it the top layer reached my chin and I went and got it cut all one length.  I probably made Goodie clips stock sky rocket that year because it was the longest 7 months of my life.