I cut my hair today, on a whim. And by that I mean I was holding the scissors β I didn’t stop by a salon on a whim. π
My husband thinks I’m crazy for cutting my own hair when there are several salons in our little town. But I like to remind him that haircuts, like so many other fashion things, are so much easier for guys. If a guy knows what lengths he likes on the top and on the sides, it’s almost like ordering a haircut off a menu. But haircuts for women are so different β and can easily go so, so wrong.
I’ve only had one hairdresser who I fully trusted with my hair. When I remind her that I’m no-fuss with my hair (meaning almost always no product, no blow dryer, nothing but brush and air dry) she always gives me a great cut. She knows what works with my fine, fairly thin hair. And she happens to be in my hometown, so every once in a while when I’m in the US visiting family I take a little time to go see her. It’s always worth it.
I’ve had enough hairdressers who didn’t get it β who gave me short cuts that required daily maintenance, or layers that made my hair look even thinner β to make me a bit hesitant to try someone new. Which probably sounds silly when my favorite hairdresser is on another continent. But I also have quite long hair now, with no plans or wishes to change styles dramatically, and so it doesn’t really feel worth the hassle. A trim to take off a few inches can be done in a few minutes in front of the bathroom mirror β it hardly feels worth a whole trip to the salon.
So today I did just that. I took off a few inches, some split ends, and some of the shaping to make my hair fall in a nice blunt line right in the middle of my back. I’m really happy with it, and it took less time to cut it than to write this post about it! The only downside is now I don’t have an excuse to visit my hairdresser during my upcoming trip to the states.