Hey Ragers and Ragettes!!
It’s a cool and rainy day in St Helens so I am wearing my vintage polka
dotted wraparound dress and my comfortable brown knee high stiletto boots. I have out make up on today and I am feeling
much better about things.
On Thursday I went to the doctor after I had a coughing fit
that lasted a half an hour and the result was a massive head ache. I managed to get a doctor’s appointment and
it turned out to be bronchitis. So I am
on a course of antibiotics and cough medicine.
I am feeling much better, not 100% yet but I will be back to normal in a
few days.
With my Bronchitis I had to completely rejig my Valentine’s
Day plans. I ended up having to cancel
dinner as I didn’t feel well enough to go out.
Plus a snotty nose on my gorgeous cobalt blue jumpsuit? Bad idea!!!
It’s ok though. The jumpsuit will
get an outing in March 6th when we all go out for drinks for work.
I was excited about Saturday not only because it was
Valentine’s Day’s but because I was getting my haircut.
The one thing that I love the most, pamperingwise, is
getting a haircut. There is nothing more
relaxing than getting your hair washed and being fussed over. Plus
my hairdresser is fab!!
He’s eccentric and slightly crazy but he is seriously the
best colour correctionist that I have ever had the pleasure of knowing, He knows his products and uses only the best
products for hair and scalp. He’s a
perfectionist about the colour; an appointment to get my hair done literally
take 3-4 hours just to do my colour.
I was also so excited because I was being brave and going
for a pixie crop haircut. It’s a daring
haircut but if it is done correctly, it can be feminine, gamine, soft and
flattering. It was also an opportunity to
cut off some of my dead, over colour ends on my hair. Let some fresh hair grow and start over. Who knows!
I might love the pixie crop and have that be my signature style!
I sent 2 photos to my hairdresser. One of the gorgeous Gennifer Goodwin and one
of the ever glam Jennifer Lawrence. I
wanted something in between those 2 styles.
I figured as well that when I go to the gym it will be easier and
quicker for me to style and get ready in the morning. Plus when you go out at night you can really
sex it up a bit by either going sleek or messy.
So I sat down excitedly on the stylist chair and we looked
at the photos and he started to chop at my hair.
I heard the buzzing of the clippers and I didn’t think
anything of it. I mean, he would have ot
remove a lot of hair to get the desired look, wouldn’t he?
He did the back of my hair with such scientific precision. I was surprised that he didn’t measure it
with a ruler or a micrometer!
Once he finished cutting my hair he started the colour. Now he mixed up a gorgeous shade of cherry
red. In the bowl it looked
gorgeous! So rich! He put it on my hair and then I sit for about
45 minutes while it developed. I didn’t
mind. I was quite content reading
rubbish celebrity magazines. I just
loved being in the salon!
The colour finished and I was escorted to the sink to wash
the colour off.
Nothing is more relaxing than having someone massage your
head as they wash your hair. If I wasn’t
in public I probably would have started to purr and possibly orgasmed! He put deep conditioner on my hair and I had
another scalp massage. Heaven...
He put a conditioning treatment on and I sat there with my
head back while it was setting. Then it
was washed off and I was escorted to another chair where my hair dresser
started to cut my hair a bit more. He
started to chop at the sides. He was
making the sides go at an angle. He was cutting fast and furiously. I started to get nervous.
He then stopped and took out the hair dryer and started to
dry my hair. He finished and the
colour....wow!! It was stunning!!! A beautiful red cherry shade. Shiny and beautiful. He looked at it and said, I’m not happy.
I looked at him quizzically.
He said, it isn’t a clean enough red!
So he started mixing up more hair colour. This gave me time to suss out the hair
cut. The back was how I wanted it to
look. The front and sides? Not so much!
He caught me looking at my hair and said, don’t worry Betty,
I’m not finished with the cut yet. I
breathed a sigh of relief. Surely he
wouldn’t let me leave with the cut looking like this?
He put another lot of dye on my roots and I was sitting
under the big dryer for another 20 minutes as it set in.
Once the colour finished developing again, I was led to the
sink to get it washed off and re shampooed, another scalp and head
massage. Fabulous!!
Once I was all shampooed and conditioned I was lead to the
hair dressing chair where my hair dresser brandished a pair of scissors. He started cutting again. He was fast and well, before I could protest
he said, finished!!
Ragers and Ragettes....I almost burst into tears. My hair style wasn’t the cute little pixie
cut that I had longed for. No. The only way that I could describe it is
lesbian truck driver. He cut my hair so
short on my right hand side. No cheeky
fringe. He combed my hair over to the
right hand side that was a bit longer.
The back looked ok it was the front and sides. The part that everyone notices that looked
dreadful. I was in such a state of shock
that I went on auto pilot. I heard
myself saying oh it’s lovely!!
He took his camera out and took a photo. I bought some shampoo and paid and walked
out. When I got to my car I burst into
tears. My hair looked dreadful.
I drove home and was dreading showing Simon. So when I came in, he was silent. He said, it’s different. He hugged me and I just sat there feeling
ugly.
People don’t realise it but a woman’s hair is her crowning
glory. It makes a woman what they
are. The wrong cut or colour on a woman
can age her instantly. The right cut and
colour can make you look fabulous. So when
a woman gets a dodgy haircut, it saps her confidence. Yes it grows out but in those 3-4 weeks she
has to cope with feeling not right and like she’s ugly.
That’s how I feel. My
hair has been massacred and I now have a few dilemmas:
1.
Should I
wear a scarf or hat to cover this mess?
2.
Should I even leave the house?
3.
My hair dresser is a great colourist but obviously
can’t do a pixie cut. Do I go back or do
I get someone to clean up his mistake?
To make matters worse, Simon is now poking fun at me and
usually I will have banter back but this is a real sore point for me. I genuinely feel violated and I have lost my
quirky sense of humour about it.
So am I now looking at funky scarf styles, channelling the
African Princess look. Surely I can pull
that off?
But I sit back and I realise that now I have gone through
the 7 stages of grief, I have to accept that my hair cannot grow back to the
way it was overnight and that for the next 3-4 weeks I am going to have to make
the best of it. So today I have parted
it the other side and it looks.....not so lesbian trucker like. I am dressing extra girlie for the next 3
weeks so that I can claw some femininity back.
I need to now decide whether or not to go back to him to get it cut
again.
I’m doing everything I can to keep positive. Put it into perspective. I will look back years from now and laugh at
it but now I just want to hide away and cry.
Throw a funeral for my hair.
Sigh.
But I won’t let it get me down. I’ll wear my dodgy haircut with pride because
it is character building. I Betty Rage
survived a dodgy haircut!!! And if I can
survive a dodgy hair cut, I can survive anything!!!
Until next time Ragers and Ragettes, keep your heads and
standards high and your heels even higher!!
Lots of love
The Fabulous Betty Rage xxxxxx
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