Friday, June 08, 2007

I think I have a mullet.

See that long hair over there, at the left of this page. Well, as of yesterday, it's gone. It wasn't a snap decision, I'd been thinking about it for a while. I'm 50, afterall, and been growing my hair long in defiance to what my mother told me years ago, for about 25 years. Yeah, she's always said that once a woman passes 25 she should cut her hair short. And yeah, there have been times in the past 25 years when I have cut my hair short. But I always grew it back out. This time longer than for quite some time. I'm not quite sure why. Maybe it was just because -- drumroll -- I could.

In the back of my mind, when I think about cutting my hair short, a single image comes to mind. My fifth grade class picture. Ugh. I was chubby and my hair was short, a pixie style that had grown out a bit, and for some odd reason I thought sleeping on those pink plastic sponge rollers all night would help the 'do. Uh...no. Hence, the dreaded 5th grade picture.

I held that pic in my mind yesterday as I was heading to my hair girl. I certainly didn't want the grown-out pixie style. Then quickly I whipped out the pic I'd cut out of the magazine of Paula Deen. Yes, I wanted Paula Deen hair. And if my gray would go that beautiful, I'd let it go that way, too. Um...maybe in a few years.

So, I gave Bonnie the hair girl the Paula Deen pic. She liked it. Said we had the same face shape. And away she went. Cutting. And cutting. And more cutting.

It looked absolutely fine when I left there yesterday. I felt freer. Not a lot of hair on my neck. (Thank God, the hot flashes had been killing me lately and all that hair had just contributed...) In short (no pun intended) I liked the 'do.

Today, I realize I have a mullet.

The back is too long. The bangs are too long. The sides are too short. And the hair just looks "in-between." You know what I mean? Not short, not long, in-between.

So what do you do with a mullet? I suppose you either let it grow or you deal with it or you cut it more. Actually, I'm thinking of the latter. Might as well go ahead and cut the rest of it. I need to get the bangs out of my face and if the back where an inch shorter, it wouldn't look mullutish. I think.

I'll give it a week and then I'll decide. I'm pretty sure I'll go back for a bit more "trim." Bonnie will understand. But I don't think I'll mention she gave me a mullet. I don't want her thinking about that with scissors in her hands.

Have you ever had a haircut you hate? What did you do?

maddie

p.s. When I get brave enough, I'll post the mullet pic. But for a while, I'll keep the long hair up there. Just because -- I can. :)

10 comments:

Magdalena Scott said...

Maddie,

Doesn't everyone have a dreaded school picture? I had several, but the one that stands out in my mind was me with a big toothy grin, and my dark brown "Farrah Fawcett" shag half grown out. Not pretty. Grade 8. Bleah.

Cheryl Norman said...

I once had chin length curls that I loved, but we moved to Atlanta. I had a longer commute, busier schedule, and just wanted something low maintenance. I didn't know any stylists (being new in town) and took a chance on one of those "fast hair" places. I got a cut and a perm and left the place looking too much like Bart Simpson, I kid you not! I didn't get another haircut for 3 years! *LOL* I let it grow and grow, pulling it back when it got longer with one of those Topsy Tails. But I finally caved when I realized I was way too old for long hair (I'm older than you, sweetie!)

Cheryl

Jenna Leigh said...

I did like Cheryl and went to an um.. 'fast' hair place, more than likely the same one she did. I won't name them, because I refuse to give them any publicity even bad. Once there, I pointed out the picture of the haircut I wanted, which was sort of a longer version of Paula's. Well, this chick (who had a spiked purple mohawk, which shoulda been MY first clue huh?) kept cutting and cutting and then OMG she broke out the buzz clippers like they use on the boys in Company C or whatever, I said stop, but by then, well, too late. My husband who loooves long hair almost passed out when he came back in and saw it. So apparently they only know ONE cut at 'the fast place' and it's, the BART SIMPSON. My hair was so short I couldn't even get one of those teeny weeny curling irons around it. I've never been back there again.
My advice is don't risk going back. Just put some pretty jewel pins in the front part of your mullet til it grows out.

Little Sunshine said...

After having kids, I've always had short hair. You know "Wash and Fluff" and I'm ready to go. Well I have curly hair and pretty much figured you can't mess that up too bad since the curls will hide a bad cut. Not! I went to a fast hair place and had her do a basic trim, you know 1" off all around and trim the bangs. When I got home the left side of my hair was longer than the right. OMG. I had to chop it all off.

Maddie James said...

Omigoodness! You girls make me feel a whole lot better. I guess everyone has one of those stories, eh? I think this will be okay...eventually...maybe after I wash and get used to styling it again it will be fine. But I still think it needs a short trim...or pretty jewel pins. Thanks for that tip, Jenna Leigh!

maddie

Maggie Nash said...

Oh I have a doozie!

Four weeks before I got married I decided to try out a new look. Stupid you might say? Oh yes!

It all started out well. It was the hairdresser's first day back after spending a month in London studying with Vidal Sassoon. That should have been my first clue!

He and a colorist stood behind me and discussed what they were going to do with my hair. I heard words like ....length at the back....feather the fringe...two toned colors, highlights...EEEK!!!

Before I had a chance to say no thanks, I had been snipped, foiled..colored...FRIZZED...PERMED!!

I had this wonderful new hair cut called "The Jago"...except it was really a MULLET.

And I had 4 weeks until the wedding!

I went home, washed out most of the semi permanent color...straightened the permed bit....and waited for it to grow.

Luckily my hair grows fast...I had it tidied up just in time for the wedding and it looked fine...lucky for me!

The thing is, they both thought they had done a wonderful job and wanted to do more ! I was asked to be a model for them for a competition! No way!

So that's my hair disaster story Maddie!

Maddie James said...

Maggie, oh no! Not before you wedding? Geez. At least I don't have anywhere to be the next week or so, so I can play around with mine. Ack! But I bet you looked fabulous on your wedding day. :)

maddie

Maggie Nash said...

LOL...well it WAS the 70s!

You know the mother in That 70s show? It looked a little like that...with less hairspray! LMAO!

But hey, I was really skinny then too...and only a child of course...

ah...to be 19 again!

Holly said...

My first real trip to a salon was because a (now)ex-boyfriend's mom knew I'd never had a professional do it and thought it would be nice if she treated me to a "real" hair cut. (My mom always cut mine for me)

I have very thick, very coarse red hair, so I didn't want it poofy...I'd lived with it like that all my life. I even told the woman who did my hair that...I wanted it TAMED...

I left there with the biggest Dolly Partonish curls and waves that stood out from my head a good 2 to 3 inches FURTHER than it normally was.

When we went back to my ex's parents' house, I finally got a REALLY good look at it in the mirror. I burst into tears. It was the most horrible first-time being in a salon chair and letting someone else decide what they thought was "my style." I wetted my hair to try to mash it down and it still didn't seem to want to go. You'd have thought the woman thought I was going to prom! (I was about 21 at the time)

I never went back to that lady, but I did go to a guy who straightened and thinned my hair and I was happier with that, but looking back on those pictures I think I looked rather weird with straight hair.

My most recent bad cut was my own doing...It was getting too long again and I get migraines when my hair is too long and heavy and there was no one around to cut it for me, so I thought I'd just snip it across the back to the best of my ability...I cut about 3-4 inches off and I know it's lopsided and will have to get my mom to fix it the next time I see her. I don't go to salons now, but who knows...maybe someday I'll trust someone else with my hair again(besides my mom)LOL

Maddie James said...

Oh, heck, Holly. That one just about takes the cake. It's so awful when you hate your hair.

Maggie, sweetie, the skinny conversation is for totally another blog. We'll have to tackle that one sometime, too.

I may take a picture of the mullet today if I can and get your opinion. God, I hate having my picture taken, too! Why do I put myself through such torture?

lol

maddie