Activity #2,719 To Never Do At...You Know...THAT Time.

All I really did today was get a haircut. I went to the MasterCuts in the mall, and asked to get about two inches off my bangs, and shorten the back of my hair to the bottom of my ears. I was horrible at translating this to the stylist, and that, paired with her inability to follow what I did translate, led to a haircut I am not happy with.

The bangs, while now out of my face, were cut in such a way that they hang badly. Even after telling the stylist that there was no such thing as "too short," she kept taking off a quarter-inch at a time for fear of going too far, until I just gave up and said it was fine. The back of my head is still longer than I'd like, and I'm not entirely sure how I didn't notice at least that after the stylist finished. I felt good enough about it when I paid and left--after all, the hair I cared about was all shorter. Later, after it had dried out from being spritzed for cutting, it started forming into a helmety shape, and the bangs refused to behave, and regret set in.

When BJ got home, he felt the need to try and fix my hair, using Sammeh's hair supplies. Alex and Rachel stopped by while he was attempting to straighten it, and it turned into a what-can-we-do-with-Ruthie's-hair party. In the end, I looked like a Mudkip, and my hair was stiff and goopy and...weird.

I showered all the crap out, and used a little styling gel in my wet hair to put it how I wish it would stay. That mostly worked, and I think I'll be doing that every morning as my hair grows back out. I don't plan on going back for a repair or refund, as it's half my fault for not being clear about what I wanted, and I didn't express displeasure at the end of the cut. I'm just taking it as a few valuable lessons learned:

(1) Know exactly what you want when you go to get a haircut,
(2) Make sure the stylist understands what you want, and
(3) To make it easier all around, never get a haircut when you're menstruating.

I thought I knew better...