I guess you could say that this all began last Saturday. As I was combing Shae's hair and would come across a snarl (is that the correct term for that?), wads of her hair would come out with it. Oh that was just terribly pathetic to look at. So we rushed over to Cookie Cutters to get Shae's hair cut, only to find the store was closed.
Cookie Cutters for Shae is like going to see Santa Clause. She loves that children's salon. What a better place to visit to get your hair done, watch your favorite movie and when you leave you get a balloon and a sucker! Oh the joy for a 5 year old.
Once the first attempt had failed, I was doomed now to take her back when the salon was open. So Monday afternoon, Shae and I drove to Cookie Cutters and I ordered the stylist to chop it all off, I have had enough! So the stylist cut an adorable A-line cut for Shae. At first I was heart wrenched to see her hair that took 5 years to grow out laying on the floor. I paid the girl and Shae went singing out the store and I am trying to decide if I like the cut on her or not while grieving for my babies hair to be gone.
Mom's turn comes up today. I had my appointment with my stylist Paul. He is one of the best I have been to, and is the nicest guy, (other when he likes to say things to see my reactions.) After the trauma of seeing Shae's hair on the floor, I decided I did not want to cut my hair short and was thinking maybe 2 inches off my hair. As Paul is evaluating my hair, he notices that there is a band of hair that completely frames my face is all broken off and much shorter than the rest of my hair. He starts drilling me on what I could possibly doing with my hair to have this shorter length that just will not grow.
I scramble to think of what I could possibly be doing to cause this problem, but I was dumbfounded. He then starts trying to convince me that I should cut my hair very short to even out this short hair on top. To which I am hesitating with. It took me 2 years to grow my hair out long, and would only take 2 seconds to wipe out with his scissors. He says that we will make the decision after the color. As he is coloring my hair and I am frantically trying to think what to do, Paul utters the below the belt phrase that would make anyone want to cut their hair bald.
"You know Suzanne, the way your hair is looking now, you would be a great candidate for a mullet!"
In which my reply was:
Cut it! Cut it NOW!!
As I walked out of the salon grieving the hair I lost that had taken me 2 years to grow, I felt like I got jipped. No balloon or sucker for me as I left my salon!