Monday “Mope”-ings

Yes, today is Monday “Mope”-ings instead of Monday Meanderings. It’s just not been a good weekend.

Let’s talk about my hair shall we? After getting about 3 hours of sleep and helping my mom out with her part of the neighborhood garage sale, in 98 degree heat and 70% humidity, I had a hair appointment to get my hair cut with “summer highlights”. I’ve been going to this woman for 5 years. Never have I gotten a bad hair cut from her. I'm always pleased and delighted by what she does. Until now.

So, I get there and she asks me “So, Miss Nicole, what are we doing to your hair today?” I told her that I wanted a shorter cut. She asked me what “we” had done last time. I told her that it was a short layered bob, but that I wanted it shorter this time b/c it grew out too fast. Shorter but still a layered bob. You know, with hair...in the back...so that I can style it still.

So she does the highlights and then does the shampoo, etc. I get to the chair and she starts cutting away. And I don’t have my contacts in so I can’t really see what she’s doing since I have to take my glasses off for her to cut my hair. It’s all kind of a blur for the most part. And she’s talking and cutting and talking and cutting and talking and cutting and after a while she gets out the...shaver. I don’t really thing too much of it b/c she’s shaved the lower part of my neck before when she’s done a short layered bob. So she gets done with the cutting and does minimal styling and she tells me to put on my glasses to see the finished product.

I do and...I am horrified! The style looks nothing remotely like what I asked for. The only “bob” part of the “shorter layered bob” that I asked for is that I now look like a short guy named Bob. The back part of my hair is maybe ¾” to 1” long and the rest of the style is above my ears. It’s all I can do to not scream in terror and break down sobbing right there. She must have seen “a look” cross my face b/c she asks, “Is it too long?”

“Nope, nope, definitely NOT too long.”

“Too short?”

“Yeah. It’s, um, a ‘bit’ shorter than I wanted in the back.”

She said she was trying to give me more “height” on the hair in the back top of my head and besides, it’ll grow out. I don’t give a rat’s @ss about the “height”, I want the REST of my hair back. I know it’ll “grow out” but that doesn’t help me now.

I make it to my van and call my mom before I start venting about how I look like a hard core bull dyke. Now, before you ask me how I know what one looks like...there is one that works in the office right across from where I do, and I swear to God that the back of my hair is even shorter than hers! Kid you not. To make matters worse as I'm venting and driving, I'm wearing a camo t-shirt.

Matt sees me that evening b/c Em doesn’t want to spend the night with him that night b/c she’s sick and wants mommy instead (a moment of warmth!). As he’s trying not to laugh (@ss) his words of “encouragement” are... “Well...you can always get extensions.” Gee, thanks Sherlock for the kind words.

I told my mom that it looked like a military hairstyle for women. Her response was “Oh, honey, I don’t think they even cut hair that short anymore in the military for the women.” Thanks for the love, mom.

I have to say that yesterday I tried fixing my hair, tried styling it, tried doing something, ANYTHING to make it look better. No such luck. I finally broke down and sobbed for a bunch of reasons, which I won’t go into on here b/c they’re self-pitying ones that I have to deal with, but this was just the final straw. I cried again this morning as I was trying to get my hair ready for work. and experiencing the same lackluster response from it. I have never cried over a hair cut until now. The last time my hair was this short was when I was in 6th-8th grade and in gymnastics. I was in 6th grade in 1984 when Mary Lou Retton dominated gymnastics and I decided I wanted to get my hair just like hers. This haircut isn’t even a cute as that one back then. I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!

Yeah it’ll start growing out in 3 weeks but that doesn’t do me any good when I go half way across the country next week to meet a bunch of people that I have never met before but that I’ve been friends with for up to 4 years. With this cut I look NOTHING like the picture on the website that they’ve seen. I don’t even look anything like my profile picture anymore to the right.

This is just NOT the time in my life for me to feel this way about myself.

And, no, for those of you who might ask. I am not going to post a picture of the cut.

AND, my blog template is screwed up now. I changed only 3 things on it yesterday and it became all fuglified. Now half of my links are at the very bottom of the page and I don’t know why. Anyone have any suggestions?