If you're ever tempted to tell your brother/friend/someone that their new haircut adds on a pound to their face, you might just end up with a haircut that has a similiar effect.
The story goes like this:
My hair is wavy. With mostly curls at the ends which reminds me of the ocean waves. Yes, I'm proud of my hair. From experience, long hair suits me because before a certain length, my hair looks puffed up. Also, never ever try to lessen the thickness of my hair.
No, its not overly thick but enough for me to get suggestions from my hairdresser, every single time.
The main problem with my long hair is that .. it sheds. Enough to make Mama go on about it that this morning when I woke up, Dad told me to get a haircut. I kicked up a fuss before finally relenting, telling myself that I'll just get a trim to deal with the split ends.
But from experience, that never happen.
Hairdresser: You have such lovely hair.
Me: Thank you, but it got split ends and I think its damaged because it keeps falling.
Hairdresser: How short are you thinking?
AND this is the problem.
I clearly indicated around 3 inches.
She then did that water spraying thing, combing my hair which straightens-ish the curls. She then, started snipping on the back while making small talk. By the time she came to snip on the side, she made this remark:
"Your hair is pretty healthy. Its all shiny."
That was like cold water thrown all over me. If she had told me that before she started snipping, I would have told her to perhaps, make it 2 inches.
And then ... she snipped and snipped. And my hair started to dry, becoming shorter.
I went in with hair down to the middle of my back. I came out with my curls resting on my shoulders.
I look like a 23 year old Dora the Explorer.
3 inches became 4-ish. That's plenty. Is this miscalculation a universal thing with all hairdressers?
Or am I just that unlucky?