My Dear Hard Drive

I suspect this, because in 30 years of life I have managed to track down one good hair dresser. ONE. Of course, she was a friend and I had a big fall out with her soon after she cut my hair for different reasons, so I lost her as a hairdresser as well. Now that my hair is growing back from the bald, I again have a need for a hair dresser, that would make this blob of hair look like a hair do. I have cut it twice while growing it back, and both hairdressers made me look 8 years older than what I am. Now I’m too scared to try again…

Of course this is not the first time I’ve been utterly disappointed with hairdressers.

One time I went in with a photograph asking to have a hair cut like in the photo. Layered it was. The hairdresser refused to cut me a hair like that because it was out of fashion. (I was actually ahead of my time, but she was thinking 80’s.)

Another time I asked for a layered hair cut, and ended up with the 80’s hair cut I didn’t want. (That was a little before I declared that I no longer needed a hair dresser to begin with and cut it all out.)

This one though, is my worst day in the hair dressing arena: It was a Friday in 1998 and I was at school as per usual. I was studying to be a dressmaker at the time, and at our school, they also taught hair dressers. One of them appeared at the door explaining that they had a permanent curls -exam today, and she still didn’t have a model for that. (That should have been a warning enough, but) I was so bored with my look at the time that I rose my hand and said I’d go. So off we went. The results were not too fab. She burned off the ends of my hair and 2 hours later there were no curls left. Good thing it was free.

I walked straight into a hair dressers salon on the main road (having heard they’re good) after school and explained to them that I needed them to fix what the student did. Somewhere along the conversation, the hairdresser said “there’s no need to be afraid of hair dressers!” Oh the irony. She asked me if my hair had been evenly cut before, and I said yes. I didn’t mean though, that that was how I wanted it this time, especially as she had to go as high up as my shoulders, resulting into a bob-cut I absolutely loath. (Sorry people.) So when she was done, I was like errrr… Um, you’re not finished are you? I asked her to layer it a bit. Apparently, “layering” is a word that a hair dressers have difficulty understanding.

She said sure I can, and cut the top part of the hair shorter than the lower part, resulting into a shorter bob cut with neck hairs sticking out underneath it. Being scared of going deeper into a hair dressing disaster, I paid up and ran into the bus and went straight home to stare at myself in the mirror desperate to find a solution to the drama.

We were going out that night with my room mate and best friend (same person) and I was getting more and more desperate by the minute as the last bus to city was leaving at a certain time of course. 20 minutes before I gave my room mate a pair of orange handled Fiskars-scissors that were meant for general household purposes, and told her to fix it. She did, and that was the best hair cut I had ever had so far, and I added the photo to prove it.

The hair dresser friend I mentioned in the beginning, was the first and only one who understood the word “layered”. She did a splendid job and didn’t even feel the need to butcher my hair but cut it very sparingly to the style I requested. When I was marvelling the results, she said that she didn’t understand why hair dressers always had the uncontrollable urge to cut everyone’s hair down to half of its length.

So the search begins again. Anyone in Tasmania or Melbourne area know how to do a layered hair cut?

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