Sorry you've had to go through hair trauma. I had a bad experience once, when I had been growing my hair out painstakingly after the birth of my first child -- went to a new place and told the guy I wanted a trim, and he kept f***ing it up -- first too short one side, then too much thinning on the other. by the end of it I pretty much had a crew cut. I cried. And then I just told myself I needed to deal with it and went on with life. When people commented on the dramatic change I said "yeah, have a toddler at home, need to save time where I can, so I got a no-fuss cut." Suggest you try the same. Wear your yellow spikes with pride. You're going back to school! You don't have time/energy for fancy dos.
If I weren't waiting to see what happens with my promotion (and worried about how I'd look in interviews) I'd seriously suggest we both go for the shaved look in solidarity.
LOL Love this : ) Actually it's not so much yellow "spikes" as like these feathery-whispery piece-y things that look dry and terrible. And yellow. Hence the chick comparison. Not "cool chick", but "baby chicken". But I'm sure you got that.
Called my mom in Florida, cried to her - she said "if I could I'd give you the money to buy a wig!" gotta love her. Wigs (I looked it up) cost about 200€, so NO.
A crappy haircut sucks, sorry that you're not happy. But . . .
From your original story, it kinda sounds like you didn't know what you wanted and just asked the hairdressers to do what they thought would look good. Then you found out you didn't like the same things they liked. Since you're so particular, maybe next time figure out what you want your hair to look before getting it cut . . . and don't put so much faith in other people's ideas. Coming in with a picture of the hairstyle you're going for would probably be more prudent than hoping someone will be able to guess what you want.
No I did go in with the pictures on my i-pad. So yes, they got it. But where the mix-up is - I think the hairdressers honestly do want their clients to be happy - but my hair is coarse and very curly and just WILL NOT allow itself to look like hair in a picture. My hair person who comes to my house - the one I trust - knows this. She knows that I either have to do what lhamo does (really really short) or what I had before (pretty long).
Other mix-up, second person did NOT take the time to get to know me! She wanted me to dye my hair RED. (OY). Or - she said "you could be really 'rock&roll' (I quote) and just do the very ends blond!" I don't look particularly conservative in my dress or anything - but I kind of just want a normal-looking head. Which I told her. And she refused to listen to me.
My youngest son said to me "well it's not totally ugly, just a little ugly". Thank you.
My second son - cried. He's sensitive. He said "what did you do???"
My first son "well, it's okaaayyyyy..."
My good friend says "well you *can* walk down the street like that - I mean, I've seen others do it..."
My husband says "I told you so" as does my regular hair lady whom I called... she said "this is what happens when my clients won't listen to me!" I like her, she's honest.
OK - I have seen a few patients - some of whom are nice "I like the blond" - some of whom looked just shocked and say nothing, politely. I am slowly starting to not moan everytime I pass a mirror. Or sigh. One day in - getting a bit of perspective - long, long growth period ahead - by the time I'm 50 I'd like to like my hair again. Got 2.5 years left.
Madgeylou - I will look at your video. I *did* like the first cut - but it started to get weird on me awfully quick - because my hair just wasn't made to do what the cut was trying to do. Don't know if that makes sense - but the two (cut/hair) were fighting it out, and my hair will always win that battle. If it can poof in odd ways, that's where it's going.
I'm done. My good friend whom I mentioned above has crazy-curly hair too, and basically she does Nothing. She colors it herself a bit, trims it herself a bit...and voilà. She's more of a natural mustachian than me, but I'm letting all this be a lesson...