The Good, The Bad, The Ugly {1} A Little Drama for your Tuesday

Hi friends, I'm joining a new linkup today over at Scissors and a Whisk, and its the perfect time to tell you about my hair-rendous experience at the salon yesterday. 

Yesterday was a really, really bad day for me. 

I decided that it was time to get my hair trimmed, and the hairdresser I've been seeing my whole life is now too far away, so I ventured out and tried someone new. 

Freddie was seemingly nice. He told me he was new to the salon but not new to hair-cutting. He actually came from Menlo Park which is close to where I'm from. He seemed to listen well. I told him I wanted a trim, maybe clean it up a little more than usual because I was having a lot of breakage. And we agreed on 1 inch.

ONE INCH. 

An hour and a half later he had cut "one inch" off the ends...and 3-4 inches off the rest. So I basically have layers all around my face, which I told him I didn't want and have hated on me forever. And it's so short in the front I basically have bangs again. And my hair looks SO short, my mom told me it looks like he cut 5 inches. You can always count on Mom to be honest. 

I have been growing my hair out for 4 years.

 4 YEARS.

For him to chop it all off like that was really heartbreaking. I actually woke up in the middle of the night  thinking it was all a nightmare...and then I felt my ponytail that is now barely 5 inches long and was still sad. 

I cried all afternoon. I cried in the car, I cried in the grocery store, I cried on the phone with my mama. 

I cried when Seth came home with flowers and donuts, because even that didn't make my hair grow back. 

THE GOOD:

Seth likes it. He says the layers are kind of fun and its not unhealthy anymore, and my biggest fear was that he was going to hate it, so Praise Jesus he likes it.. I also got a lot of positive feedback about it on facebook. 

Thank you, friends, for your encouragement. I'm sure I'll get used to it soon.

Seth titled my new hair style "My Little Pony"
It truly is a tiny little thing.
It used to cascade down my back...
and now..
:(

THE BAD:

There's absolutely nothing I can do about it. You know that helpless feeling? I totally have it. I feel like going on an angry rampage back to that salon and making him lose his job.

Everyone keeps telling me it looks nice, and I'm not saying I look downright ugly, but its the dang principle that we agreed on one inch and this is what he gave me!

THE UGLY:

I don't feel like myself, my hair was so much a part of me and my femininity, had I wanted this change it would be a different story.

I'm now desperately searching for products that will make my hair grow faster.

That seems crazy to me but I think I'm having phantom hair problems.

You know when someone loses a limb but still feels like it's there sometimes?

Kinda like that.

I'm realizing now how ridiculous that sounds...

and I'll stop.

I've said my piece, and knowing there is nothing I can do I will try and move forward. 

R.I.P long hair,

till we meet again.