Hair today...

I always dread going to the hairdresser because it is rare that I step out of the salon with a smile on my face. More typically I am grumbling under my breath about the length (or lack of), am tucking overstyled bits behind my ears or am sporting a large poofy monstrosity because someone was a bit overzealous with the hairdryer and styling brush. Serioulsy, I came in to get my hair cut, not to be your showcase for gravity defying hair.

But the hairdresser I went to last time has had me impressed twice in a row. I even tipped the hairdresser and that's unheard of (for reasons, see above) so I figured that maybe, just maybe this salon might actually know what it's doing, so I went again.

When I arrived, my name was nowhere in the book, however. Flicking through the pages and the girl could find no sign of my name and yet I remember seeing her write it in.. She's flicking through the pages trying to find it and is getting increasingly frustrated because she also remembers putting it in -but what is this? my name has been rubbed out and someone's full head colour pencilled in instead. WTF? so a wasted journey then. Marvellous.

But ok no biggie. I said to the girl that I could come in next week. She was very apologetic and somoene above her had bumped me off the bookings (and not told her, making her look a right numpty)

So the following week I went back to have the wonderful hairdo I have come to expect from this place. I had even made sure I had enough for a tip on me.

What part of "I am growing my hair" sounds like "cut it off in great chunks"? My hair is now shorter than after my cut 10 weeks ago - in other words, she's lopped off everything I'd grown since last time and then some.

I had also explained to her that whatever she did, the sides HAD to be long enough to tie back into a ponytail, because when I'm cycling I can't have it flying in my face (dangerous, you know). The last hairdresser kept checking while cutting to make sure the sides were long enough but this one didn't, so when she was cutting hair to my earlobes I mentioned this request again. She looked at me with a pained expression and pulled my hair back into the worst ponytail I've ever seen (sort of a half-hearted grip behind the head) and... the sides fell out. And now they keep falling out. I tried to be positive and say I could clip it but frankly the sides falling out is Driving. Me. Nuts. Especially on my bike because I keep getting my hair in my eyes when I'm trying to assess how close that four ton truck is to me.

Also, it is now so short that my hair is light enough to take on the random direction change it really goes in for. When it''s long it's heavy enough to stay straight but at this length it can never quite make up it's mind which way to wave so often tries all directions at once.

stupid sodding hairdresser. Stupid sodding hair. Too short to tie back, constantly in my face, can't even tie it into cute little plaits and have to wait months to get it to its old length again.

but on the positive side. I was sat in the chair and saw the be-tinfoiled headed lady next to me and pondered: hair colour. Wonder if I should try colouring my hair *. It looks kinda drab. But I don't know what colour.

But as my hair was drying, all these golden tones came out and the natural highlights showed through and I thought: hey wow! I love my hair colour. Why would I want to change it?

so I hate my hair cut but I like my hair colour. That would be a consolation if my hair colour weren't something I already got for FREE

hmmm... *fume*

*I think I must be the only woman in the western world never to have coloured her hair, not even temporarily