Explicit Content aka Chopped-Off Hair

Hello, hello!

To those, who you can't stand the look of chopped-off hair on the floor, imitating Tribbles, please don't scroll down. Because today we chopped a lot!


Here the story behind the story:
About three weeks ago, I asked my hairstylist during my regular appointment (touch-up for the roots), to change my look. I was bored with my straight, shoulderlength, hanging hair. I seeked movement and less of a ponytail, a haircut, that actually behaves like one and not like a ponytail. Because that's what I've got by the end of everyday fo the past years: a ponytail.

Today was the big day: I sat down on the chair of another hairstylist, where I have never been before. I was naive: imagined it to be an easy process – him seeing me and him immediately knowing what to do. But it's not like that. Hairstylists don't want to perform radical changes on women they've just met for the first time in their life. At least not without a decent talk. So there I was, sitting in the chair at 9am (= early in Paula-Time) and answering a lot of challenging questions. Not the easiest job. For both of us. After having asked many questions (what do I like about my hair, how do I style my hair, what do I expect ...) He got the message and he made sure I won't knot my hair together in a ponytail.

I have to say I felt a bit sorry for him, because he had to deal with hair that I can only describe as not exactly the nicest quality stuff. My hair is damaged, dry and the roots are showing (in brown and grey). Usually the salons colour the hair FIRST, then comes the cut. Not this time around. I guess I will go back to my old hairstylist for the colour and stay with the new one for the cuts. But how to tell the old one his cuts where crappy?! No doubt, he will notice, that I went to see someone else ;-)

See for yourself:

Hair on the ground fascinates me.
Hair, sliding down the nylon cape, fascinates me even more!

It was fun, watching the stylist stepping on the cut off straw in the floor.