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I was feeling somewhat better by yesterday afternoon, and so I impetuously booked myself in for a late-afternoon haircut at Posh High-Priced Salon. And, um . . .
See, my problem is this ineradicable belief that people who actually work in Posh High-Priced Salons know what they're doing with hair, and -- even more fatally -- that they will be able to somehow interpret my disjointed and non-directive mumbling about what I'm looking for in a cut. I tried to give the stylist some broad guidelines: something for a big job interview, polished and classy, and if possible done in some manner so as to keep it the hell out of my face without the aid of headband or Krazy Glue. She said, "How about some layers? That would kind of lighten it up and make it hang better." And although the word layers gives me hideous flashbacks to Farrah Fawcett-Majors, I said "Sure! What the heck, let's go for a change!" Really, really, I should know better than this, right?
An hour later I met up with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lapillus and jackiekjono and heres_luck for dinner, and they were all very kind and supportive, perhaps sensing that I was in the early stages of "OH MY GOD" nervous breakdown. Jackie said, "It makes you look very 21st century!" which was sweet of her. Actually, I think the look it conveys is "Kat got really trashed on the Jamesons, grabbed the scissors, and decided to give herself a wacky trim without the aid of a mirror!"
It is ... layered, that's for damn sure. The front parts are angled down steeply, leaving them sort of wispy-flyaway and with (if anything) an increased tendency to flop into my face. The sides have achieved some bizarre combination of wispy and chunky, and are wildly uneven, causing odd bits to stick out here and there. The back is way shorter than I wanted, but not quite short enough to avert the tendency of the ends to flip up pertly, which makes me insane.
I think I'm going to have to go in somewhere else this weekend and get someone to do emergency repairs on this, because I don't really think I can get away with wearing a hat for the entire interview.
In conclusion, arrrrgggghhhhh.
See, my problem is this ineradicable belief that people who actually work in Posh High-Priced Salons know what they're doing with hair, and -- even more fatally -- that they will be able to somehow interpret my disjointed and non-directive mumbling about what I'm looking for in a cut. I tried to give the stylist some broad guidelines: something for a big job interview, polished and classy, and if possible done in some manner so as to keep it the hell out of my face without the aid of headband or Krazy Glue. She said, "How about some layers? That would kind of lighten it up and make it hang better." And although the word layers gives me hideous flashbacks to Farrah Fawcett-Majors, I said "Sure! What the heck, let's go for a change!" Really, really, I should know better than this, right?
An hour later I met up with
lapillus and jackiekjono and heres_luck for dinner, and they were all very kind and supportive, perhaps sensing that I was in the early stages of "OH MY GOD" nervous breakdown. Jackie said, "It makes you look very 21st century!" which was sweet of her. Actually, I think the look it conveys is "Kat got really trashed on the Jamesons, grabbed the scissors, and decided to give herself a wacky trim without the aid of a mirror!"It is ... layered, that's for damn sure. The front parts are angled down steeply, leaving them sort of wispy-flyaway and with (if anything) an increased tendency to flop into my face. The sides have achieved some bizarre combination of wispy and chunky, and are wildly uneven, causing odd bits to stick out here and there. The back is way shorter than I wanted, but not quite short enough to avert the tendency of the ends to flip up pertly, which makes me insane.
I think I'm going to have to go in somewhere else this weekend and get someone to do emergency repairs on this, because I don't really think I can get away with wearing a hat for the entire interview.
In conclusion, arrrrgggghhhhh.