I have a very distinct early memory of being at the hairdresser and realising upon looking in the mirror that, to the horror of my five-year-old self, my haircut made me look like a boy. As a child I had very fine hair and the hair that I did have didn’t get the memo about needing to grow, so I was sensitive enough about it as it was. When the hairdresser turned to me with a big smile to say goodbye I said with as much passion as my little voice could muster “I don’t like my haircut and I don’t like you”. I was ushered out of the salon very quickly as my accompanying Mum and Grandma tried to laugh off what I had said while knowing that they could never go back there again. And they never did.

Children know what they want and if they get a bad haircut they are not afraid to be honest about it. Why then is it so hard for us as adults to tell our hairdresser that we want to break up? We ignore the text messages and calls, all the while feeling guilty that we have started seeing someone else. Or worse, we continue to get bad haircut after bad haircut because we are too afraid to end the relationship.

Our hair is such a personal matter. On a day when I can get my hair to sit perfectly I am on top of the world and bounce from task to task just like my hair. On a bad hair day I turn into a cranky, withdrawn, tortured soul too ashamed to show the world my failed attempt at a blow dry. A bad hair experience, especially a more lasting one such as a haircut can have disastrous consequences as you are potentially forced to be the lady with the bad hair (and the related side effects to personality) for days, weeks or even months.

But we also build bonds with our hairdressers which make the break up hard. Over the hours you sit in the chair at the salon you share with them your joys about relationships, work and life as well as your regrets and times of trouble. They are the friend that no-one else knows about. The friend you can confide in about anything troubling you. The friend who isn’t really a friend unless you are sitting in a chair in front of them and they are holding a pair of scissors (Yipes!). Then one day, they give you a bad haircut. Friendship over.

What do you do in this situation?

A. Embrace the bravery of a five-year-old and tell the hairdresser you don’t like the cut (probably leave out the personality insults)

B. Keep going back to the same hairdresser, each time crossing your fingers and hoping that they will miraculously cut your hair just like Jennifer Aniston’s

C. Cut all contact and find a new hairdresser who will be able to give you the cut of your dreams and be your new best friend

My recommendation is to be honest with the hairdresser and tell them that you aren’t happy with the cut. Their reaction will determine whether you go back to them again. If they are understanding and attempt to rectify it for you then you may consider going back. If they don’t react so well it is probably time to look elsewhere (bitter hairdresser placing scissors near your hair is not the best situation to be in).

If you do decide to look for a new hairdresser, do your research. Ask friends and family and check sites such as Word of Mouth Online or Rave About It to see what others are saying. It is also a good idea to go to the hairdresser being able to articulate what it is that you want or with pictures in hand.

Have you had a horror cut? What did you do about it?


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