Bad Haircut, Great Haircut

For a woman, there is nothing worse than a bad haircut.

No matter what you put on, what clothes you wear, what shoes you sport, what accessories you flaunt...nothing can overcome the innate sense that you know your hair looks horrific and by association, that you look bad.

Living in a new place, I have been faced with the challenge of finding someone who can "do" my "do." Cut, color, the works. (Color? Yes, I'm a natural blond, but...)

Any way, I've been looking for someone who knows how to cut my hair. It's not an easy task. It's tricky because my hair strands are thin, but I have a lot, a lot of hair. So, inexperienced hairstylists think that they can cut layers into the top layer of hair, but when they do that, I end up looking like I have two hair cuts, the layered one on top and long hair on the bottom. I usually look worse than Florence Henderson on the Brady Bunch. Remember her shag? Ug....

I even had a difficult time in New York.

Right before I left the city, I had finally found a dream hair stylist -- Avi from Israel -- who always made me look glamerous. And, what girl doesn't want to look like a glam girl? Any way...back to my search in the Lowcountry...

My colorist doesn't know how to cut. So, I went looking...when I heard that a friend of mine had gotten a terrific cut, I went to the hair salon where she had gone and asked for an appointment with their "top stylist," someone who specialized in knowing how to cut layers. Great!

So, I went in to my appointment and explained all about my hair...that I didn't want short layers on top, that you had to cut layers into the hair, that the layers needed to be underneath, everything she had to know. And, she went to work...snip, snip, snip...and...I came out of the shop looking like...

Snoopy. Yes, that's right, I came out of the hair salon looking like Charlie Brown's dog. There was this big puffy layer around the top of my head which frizzed up in this humidity and then long straight layers that hung around my face like dog's ears. When I saw the cut, I exclaimed: "OMG, I hate it!"

It was really, really bad. Look at this picture...

I have a big week...social engagements, dinners, professional meetings, a consulting assignment, getting my military ID. I really don't want to have to get an ID where I will be reminded of this haircut for years to come.

Stay tuned...