There are times when life just gets on its own course refusing to go with what you want. Started this week by burning hair in a freak accident, of which all you guys have been updated on fb; followed this topping incident by being possessed by a violent stomach bug, the darned thing didn’t just turn my insides out, it lay down a welcoming carpet for the Viral fever doing rounds, on its way out. As usual the fever decided it by itself wouldn’t nearly enjoy the opportunity to grow, thrive and expand so it invited the mother of all colds. So each day started off with aches & pains, continued with terrible headaches and ended with fever.
As things go it isn’t such a big deal, after all there are worse calamities than feeling like a washed out rag doll, however, a week that starts on a hair catastrophe ends with one, as far of circles of my life go. So after spending the week going like a bear with sore head trying to keep a lid on things and contain the irritation factor that comes with being unwell, and just trying to survive it all, I decided the head most certainly needed a wash. Never been a fan of the unkempt look, (of course because I can’t pull it off…sour grapes I know..) but keeping in mind the raging temps and the lovely sinusitis, I knew if I took one at home I’d end up not just nursing mother of all colds but the entire family and extended wing of it too, so I headed off to the salon.
Now a week that goes like this shall always be a little different, so taking on the theme my usual stylist was on leave, and I had to go with the other kid to whom my head was assigned. Now as things go had I just stuck to the plan nothing could’ve gone wrong, but would I do that?? No, of course not, I had to just go ahead and invite trouble. I told her to update the razor look post wash. Of course the last time I let another dingbat handle the cut and the fool snipped far more than necessary and I had to wait 2 extra weeks for the hair to grow into the razor look. So this time I told this kid very precisely that I wanted the first layer to start at the lip level so that post drying it shall be at the nose level.
Now after a clear & precise instruction, in an ideal world nothing would go wrong, but in MY world it always is anyone’s game. So this genius goes snipping the locks and then once she dries it off & sets the hair & shows me the mirror. I realise I have bangs added to the razor look because the ninny snipped it off at the most incorrect point. She smiles and asks, "What do you think?" I was on the verge of a conniption fit. Wanted to really shriek and very volubly tell her what I thought. The choicest of descriptive phrases regarding her skills as a listener and processor of information raced through my head, but I held my tongue. At the end of the day having a hissy fit, entertaining as it might be to a general audience, is hardly the right way to express oneself. So making a mental note to never let this genius with scissors near my head, I told her, the look wasn’t what I’d requested for but thanks anyway for the effort. She goes. “Yes, I know but don’t the bangs look lovely?” With the absolute conviction in the world of rising prices I’d appreciate the two for one look…….
A genuine error I can understand but a deliberate alteration, totally left me flummoxed. Taking off on wings of creativity without consultation, really is too much, once again I was at the point of giving a free reign to my thoughts, but the sense of humour asserted itself, if I can give myself a new style by burning my hair then what is a bit of chopped extra bit? After all it is just hair and will grow back, so what if it takes another three weeks to grow to the desired length…..so now I’ve another adventure to add to my “hair-raising tales” :)
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