The Horrifying Reveal!

So, a couple days ago, I took a before picture of me (with fairly long hair) and told you that I was going in to have my friend, Amie, who is going to cosmetology school, cut and color my hair. I was a little nervous since Amie is learning and has never cut my hair before, but also excited! It's been a long time since I'd done something fun with my hair! I was ready to go back to my short hair that I had about 2 years ago. I even brought in a picture. Here's what I wanted and this is the picture I brought in (that cute little girl is my dear friend, Carrie's little girl, Abby Rae):My awesome friend, Jessica, kept Casey and Emily for me so I could go to the appointment - Amie had blocked out 3 hours for my appt. (had hi-lights and low-lights and that takes a while to do). So, since Amie is learning and I was one of her hair models that she would be graded on, her instructor had to keep checking in on what she was doing. She consulted him about the colors we were going with and he had a few of his own suggestions, but we still went with what we wanted to do. The color turned out great! She did what I wanted, it wasn't too stripey and it looked really great! So on to the haircut. She asked me, "are you sure you want me to cut it?" I thought, well, maybe I should just leave it long and come back for a haircut another time. I had already been there a while and it was getting close to Ryan's school letting out. But Jessica said she could get Ryan for me and it was no problem to keep Casey and Emily for a bit longer. So I said, "yes, go for it". She cut and cut (the longest strand of hair she cut was about 8 inches!) and then she blew dried and styled it. I looked in the mirror and liked what I saw except for that top layer. I wanted it a bit shorter. She knew exactly what I meant and proceeded to do that. But first she had to check in with her instructor. She explained what she was about to do and he took the scissors from her and asked me if I minded if he showed her a technique. I said, go ahead. Oh. How. I. Wish. I'd. Said. No. He went all Edward Scissorhands on the back of my head!! But I couldn't see what he was doing. He was cutting and cutting, for like 15 minutes! Amie tried to politely intervene by touching pieces of my hair, as if to say, "what about this?". But he smacked her hand away like she was a child touching something she shouldn't! Finally I put my own hand back there and when I felt my hair, my stomach sank. It was gone. I could barely pinch the hair that was left on the back of my head. I said, "um, that's A LOT shorter than I wanted it." He said, "Well you wanted the weight line brought up, right?" I just said again, "that is just A LOT shorter than I wanted it". And I needed to get out of there. I didn't even look at myself. I couldn't. I was afraid. All I knew was that it had to look as bad as it felt.

Before I left, Amie took me into the Director's office and showed her my picture then showed her my hair and she said, "I'm so sorry, how can I make this up to you?" Well, there's nothing they can do. I asked Amie to come over to my house after school and try to fix it. She said she absolutely would.

I didn't realize how upset I was until I called Jessica to tell her I was on my way. She answered her phone and said, "how's it look?". I started bawling. She says, "are you for real right now?" I just sobbed and sobbed. I also called Tripp and sobbed all over again. Then I called Meredith and sobbed to her as well. I know it's only hair, and it will grow back. I should be this upset when I think about starving children in 3rd world countries, right? So I pulled myself together and went to pick up the kids. Meanwhile, Amie was on her way. She said after I left, she lost it in her director's office and just cleaned up her station and left school.

When I got home, Amie was there. I looked in the mirror for the first time. Oh. My. Word. This is what I saw:

This is what a "highly accredited" instructor, with lots of experience, who was introduced to Amie's class as someone they should consider lucky to be their teacher, did to my hair. Now scroll up and look at the picture I brought in. I ask you, does this haircut look ANYTHING like the picture I brought in? And it's not like I brought in a picture of some celebrity with a glamerous 'do. I brought in a picture of MYSELF with a haircut I've had before. Funny side note, the first 2 hours of class that day, he was lecturing them about "active listening". Huh. He needs to lecture himself about active listening, and maybe get his eyes checked.

Amie got to work trying to fix the mess. First things first, she cleaned up that weird "tail" thing in the back and then cut off the "dog ears" in the front. She played with her skinny flat iron too, to try a fun way to style it.

Here we are after an emotional day and the record breaking, longest haircut EVER! I sat down in her chair at 11am. This picture was taken at 6:30pm

So, while it's WAY shorter than I want, I'm getting used to it. Good thing my hair grows fast! And Amie is going to be an amazing hairdresser when she graduates in September!! I will refer everyone I know to her!