Monday, March 05, 2007

Haircut Horror

I was in a funk for most of the weekend, alternating between feeling hungover, depressed, fat, livid at the hairstylist who butchered my hair last week, and pissed at myself for eating junk. I was also annoyed that I had to work on the weekend. Am I getting my period? I certainly hope so. At least then I'd have an explanation for the mood swings.

Despite the raging emotions, I managed to have some fun. On Friday, I braved the East Village - the site of the robbery incident - to have Thai food at one of my favorite restaurants, Sea, with my brother Frey and a friend of ours. Sea is one of those restaurant finds in the city that has excellent, tasty, fresh food for a great price. A plate of pad thai is only $9! On Saturday, I went out with Em and a few girl friends to the Back Room, a bar designed to look like a speakeasy that was voted "Best Secret Bar." Drinks are served in coffee cups to add to the illusion. Em's been seeing a nutritionist and she's only allowed to drink Bacardi and diet coke because apparently it's one of the lowest calorie alcoholic drinks you can have. Inspired by her, all the girls jumped on the Bacardi and diet coke wagon. It's actually quite tasty.

Sunday was actually the best day, even though it started off with me being the crankiest I had been the whole weekend, because I had coffee with my friend, Bug, who was in town visiting from Michigan. When we met, we were both in cranky moods, but somehow talking about the sources of our irritation ended up making me feel a whole lot better. She also validated the fact that the hair cutter unquestionably butchered my hair - something I badly needed to hear after compulsively inspecting it 20 times a day since Friday, when I first discovered what he had done.

You know how when you get a haircut and you tell the hair cutter not to put in any layers how the hair is supposed to look STRAIGHT along the bottom, and how all of your hairs are supposed to be basically the SAME length? Well, the ends of my hair do not look straight at all. Instead, they are an uneven mess. I feel like I have thousands of tiny rat tails swishing around on my ends. It's driving me literally insane. It is taking all of my strength not grab my pair of office scissors and hack of the inch of offensive rat tails. I don't know what the guy was thinking, but after receiving confirmation from Bug I feel fully justified in going back to discuss it with him. Frankly, it's so bad that I don't know if I would feel comfortable with him touching it again, but I'm going to talk to him, express how unhappy I am, and take it from there. Unfortunately, the salon is closed today so I have to wait until after my date tomorrow to go get this fixed. Grrrrr.

How difficult is it to understand that I want my hair to look like this, not this?


Sparky Duck said...

yea but Medusa looks good except for the whole snake thing

bubbles said...

You aren't the only one who got a bad haircut this week. Maybe you can try to go for the touseled look too.

(This is a friend of mine from college).

Starshine said...

Oh, I'm sorry to hear about the haircut! Your hair is so lovely, I know it will return to it's one-length beauty in no time! I try to bring a photo with me when i get my hair cut, because I find that it often helps my hairdressers to have a visual. If you allow the hairdresser to touch your tresses again, definitely bring a photo to show him!

I'm glad you went the the "I Heart NY" label!

InterstellarLass said...

I've finally found a stylist that I actually want to stick with. Growing out layers is no fun. I'm about half-way through. If I cut it all one length I'd have a bob right at my ears.

Buttercup said...

Sparky - Is it true that men don't notice hair anyway....?

Bubbles - That little boy is so cute!

Starshine - It's sweet of you to say my hair [was] lovely. A picture is a great idea, and I'm most certainly going to do that next time.

Lass - Growing out layers sucks!! I had been doing it for months and now I have to start over again. Grrrr!

Karianne said...

You are so brave to head back to the scene of the crime so soon. Good for you! Get back on that horse.

Sorry about the cut. If your period is coming, have you tried those thermacare packs for cramps? They work wonders. I think that I'll go put one on right now.

Sending you peace,


Waspgoddess said...

I loved your post! We should have got together and made voodoo dolls, because rewind 1 1/2 weeks and that was me, with my fat ass, my mini eggs and a Michael Bolton haircut (which on closer inspection turned out to be more Rod Stewart 1974). I was in floods of tears for DAYS! I cried so much I broke out in spots all over my face. I NEVER get spots, but obviously the stress got to me big time.

I wouldn't be surprised to learn that my hairdresser happened to be in New York last week (well he obviously needed to leave the UK or I would have KILLED him).

Now I'm on a strict 43-day challenge, strict low GL eating, no alcohol, no sugar, lots of walking, yoga and meditation (to calm my frazzled nerves). Need to look as hot as possible on 38th birthday. On day 5, and it's going well. Despite ratty Rod on top of head I'm feeling rather good.

Ps. Check out Patrick Holford's low GL cookbook. I follow it religiously at the moment at it's truly working. No more than 45 Gls per day.

Buttercup said...

Karianne - I haven't tried the thermacare packs but I will look for them.

Wasp - I didn't mention the spots but I have like 5 of them. It's horrible! Go you about the 43 day challenge. That's like my friend Em who is on a 6-week plan. I'm going to check out Holford's book, and I'm getting my hair re-cut today. (He better not mess it up again).

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Sparky Duck said...

well we would notice if you got a Britney/Sinead, but no if its just a trim its lost on us