I’m sure most of us would have had some bad hair days.
Some like me, might know about having bad hair seasons. Yup, you heard right. A bad hair season is the time between a bas haircut and the next haircut which could set things right. And if you are unlucky enough to not get a hairdresser who can sort it put for you, you get two seasons of bad hair!
Most of the time, when I go for a haircut, I come out delighted. The hairdresser would have tamed my hair into something wonderful. I would be able to twirl around and feel rather glamorous, in my mind, of course. Of course,it never stays that way for long, but at least the day I go to the hairdressers, I feel rather good.
In May, just after we reached here from India, I was in desperate need of a haircut. I had planned to come all spruced up from India, but that never happened, what with the madness that the last few weeks in India was. So desperate, I tried my luck at a hairdresser’s nearby. I explained what I wanted, nothing complicated, she just needed to follow the shape, and give me a trim. She clearly followed some other shape, and by the time she had dried and set it, I was close to tears. I can’t even begin to describe how bad it was.
I hated it. Absolutely hated it, and to make it worse, there was nothing I could do, apart from waiting for it to grow out before getting it all sorted. This time, however, I’m not taking any chances, I’m going to go only by references.
While I wait for my hair to grow, I have to find ways of keeping it tidy, which is no easy task. This holiday, it has taken messy to new heights. Of course, the wonderfully wet and windy weather has been a great ally to my messy hair. It has given new meanings to having a bad hair day. I suspect that I’m going to have to edit me out of the holiday pictures.
How bad it really was, I realized just this morning. Husband mentioned something about my hair! Now, husband at the best of times will only say, ‘Fine’, if I ask him if I look alright. At max, he might agree that I do look fat, but that would be the extent of it. Most of it would be said without even a cursory glance at me.
This morning, he says, ‘Why don’t you try straightening you hair, I’ll help you, if want me to’. Completely unprompted. Bad hair season has just got upgraded to a hair emergency!