But I THOUGHT a lot about it this weekend, because I got the worst hair cut ever to be gotten. I didn’t document it, I don’t know why – it was just all so tragic. But it looked a little bit like this:
Only not as good as that.
For real, you guys. I know it can sometime sound as thought I’m exaggerating, or being overly dramatic, but I am not doing either of those things. I’d been hacked. Like with a machete. When she said this, I should have bailed:
“Well, let me just shape it a bit. Y’know, give you an update?”
I was paralyzed in fear once she did it – because I thought it would be bad, but y’know how they’re tricky with their scissors, and you don’t always totally understand what they’re doing?
But then she turned the chair around, and I felt my stomach drop and a little like I was going to throw up. I know, it’s just hair you guys. But let me remind you guys, it was NOT AS GOOD AS THIS:
So I put an elastic in it.
And I tried to keep that just-hair thought in my mind when I was driving home, like, maybe I was being overly dramatic. And maybe it wasn’t that bad? And then one of my friends showed up, and I opened the door, and took the elastic out of my hair, and she said:
It’s really bad Erin.
So I called Troupe Studio in Portsmouth, because they had good reviews. And when someone answered the phone, I said:
Listen. I know you probably don’t have any openings. I know it’s Saturday. But I got a bad haircut. I look like an 80’s suburban mom. I can’t leave the house. Even if you don’t have time to cut it, even if you just LOOK at it, and like – give me hope? I would be so, so grateful. Please. It’s so, so bad.
And the man said:
How soon can you get here?
And when I said 8 minutes – he said he couldn’t promise anything, that he would do his best, but he might not be able to cut it, because he was leaving for an appointment. And what I found out later, is that he hung up the phone, and alerted his next appointment he would be late.
Because it was a hair 911.
And when I walked in, and looked at him, and took the elastic out of my hair, he said:
It’s really bad Erin.
Ever the professional, he focused on what he could do to help, rather than digging for what salon I’d come from or focusing on how bad my hair cut was. He told me we’d have to go short, shorter than I’d hoped, but that he could help get it to what I wanted. And y’know what?
He totally, totally did.
I am not completely happy because I wanted long hair, and now I am left with short, but it is not tragic – in fact, it’s really cute. And if you’d seen it, you guys – you would get the miracle that is now my hair cut.
So. If you’re going to get your hair cut, call someone you know. If you can’t manage that, call someone you know in the area to give you a recommendation. And if all of that fails, and the chair turns around, and your stomach drops, and you feel like you’re going to throw up, call John Tilton at Troupe, and let him know it’s a hair 911.