Beauty is in The Eye of The Beholder

Today was hair color and cut day, but it didn't go as well as planned.  I arrived at the salon at 10:15 for my 10:30 appointment, confirmed with a phone call yesterday, only to find out that my stylist had made a mistake and my appointment was at 11:30.  Not a big deal.  I was hungry, so I asked her if there was a café nearby, and there was, so I walked over to it and decided that a spinach omelet was just what I wanted.  No, no potatoes, no bread, no hot sauce: just a regular spinach omelet.  When it was served, it looked okay, but when I took a bite I discovered that there was no cheese, so it was quite dry and chewy. I went back inside (I had been told to sit outside as there was no single seating inside) and asked the waitress if she could put some cheese on the omelet as it seemed to have been omitted. She said yes, but there would be an extra charge. I declined, went back outside, took a few more bites, and decided I'd had enough--and walked back to the salon wishing that Sparkle was with me to eat the rest of the omelet.

When it was finally my turn in the chair, I showed the stylist a picture of a heavily-layered style that I really like and asked if she could cut my hair into that style. She said "Of course," but then warned me that it would take me some time each morning to fix my hair--and I'd have to use product and tools.  I told her I was willing to chance it as I really  like the style, and she set to work.  Color first because NO ONE in the desert of the female variety is allowed to have GREY HAIR! Whatever: it's only money to get the whole enchilada.

After a thorough rinse of the color processing, she began cutting and I asked her what style she had decided to cut.  She said she was going to "heavily layer" my hair, cutting into the natural curl, which is what she's done in the past and I really like.  She kept snipping and cutting, stepping back to check her progress, then doing some more snipping and cutting.  When she finished, I still had hair (which hasn't been the case in my past), but it was cut kinda funny and was quite straight: no natural curl evident.  It's a bit longer, which I like, but the top is really short (which I don't like), and I HAVE FRIGGIN' BANGS!  No woman of a certain age should have bangs!  They aren't flattering and they sure aren't cute, but there I was, staring at short straight hair with bangs.

Well, I have several cuts from Mary that I have loved, so I guess I'll have to give her this one. Tomorrow morning I'll wet it, walk the dogs, and see what nature and the winds do to style it. I already made a follow-up appointment for the Monday before I leave for the East Coast, so I'll wait to see if I want to keep that appointment based on the intervening month of me doing whatever the heck I can do with what I've got to work with.