Precision

Three weeks ago, I wrote about my hair, which means that I’m due to write about my hair again sometime in let’s say 2024. I find few topics of writing or discussion to be less boring than hair, mine or anyone else’s, and yet here I am, three weeks later, writing about my hair again. My last haircut is not working for me at all, and today, I was seized--SEIZED, I tell you--with the urge to cut it again. And when I say “cut,” I mean “get someone to cut.” And so I’m about to have my second haircut in less than a month. I’m going to a new salon this time. I think I need someone who doesn’t know me and who doesn’t think that she knows that when I say A, I really mean B. I really mean A this time. We’ll see how this all shakes out. 

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It’s the next day. I’m still undecided about this new haircut. It’s a very good haircut, in the technical sense, which it should be, because it cost $80. I am aware that stylish women would not consider this an outrageously high price, but it’s a lot more than I typically pay for a haircut. Maybe that’s why I keep getting bad haircuts. Anyway, it’s a very precise cut. I think that’s what I’m struggling to get used to. I’m accustomed to lots of crazy misplaced layers and random ends that stick out. That’s my look. 

The stylist was a man, which is another new thing for me. He dried and straightened my hair before he cut it, and he had me stand up for most of the time, reminding me to be sure to keep my shoulders back and my back straight. When he finished, I had a very smooth and shiny straight bob. I liked it a lot. But then I went swimming, and I just let it dry by itself as I tend to do, and then my hair wasn’t very smooth or shiny anymore. I pulled it back into a clip, and it was fine. Maybe I’m not an $80 haircut person. It was nice while it lasted.