Hair Saga

The hair saga....

My life has been one constant struggle to figure out what to do with my head of very curly (think Shirley Temple, Peggy Sue-esque) red hair. Most hairdressers see my hair and balk. Usually, unfortunately, they balk silently and internally. So I sit in their chair, happy that I am in the hands of a professional. Surrendering completely, I sit while they proceed to butcher the hell out of my curly hair.

Normally, my take on hair is pretty relaxed. Hey, it grows back, after all. I let it grow long, hack it off, then let it grow back, I don't really mind. Sometimes, however, the hairdressers push even me to my limits. Recently, I was in China. The day I was returning home, I had this overwhelming desire to have my hair cut. I don't know what I was thinking, but I frantically rushed to the hairdresser, plunked myself into the chair, and assumed I was in good hands. I had, after all, briefed my Chinese friend on EXACTLY how I wanted my hair cut (forgetting that a hairdresser in China probably hasn't cut the hair of many people who have curly hair...).

Anyways, I could only sit in slowly developing horror, as the young and trendy hairdresser proceeded to lop off the front of my hair, leaving me with a very obvious and discernible mullet. In tears, I raced back to the hotel, where my friend tried to comfort me "No ,really, it looks good. It's not a mullet, honest!"

Well, even mullets grow out. But when they do, they turn into even longer mullets. So I have spent the past 7 months trying to undo the mullet damage that was done to my hair. Finally, I think I have done it, but it has resulted in a clown-wig-like mop gracing the top of my head.

Wasn't I glad that I decided I just couldn't leave China without a hair cut?

Oh well. At least I can take it all in stride. And I have a pretty good sense of humour. The mullet story does make for good telling-who else can say they've accidentally acquired a mullet?