{"id":13858,"date":"2025-06-10T14:03:09","date_gmt":"2025-06-10T21:03:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/?p=13858"},"modified":"2025-06-10T14:03:13","modified_gmt":"2025-06-10T21:03:13","slug":"any-haircut-is-better-with-a-smile","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thewritespot.us\/marlenecullenblog\/any-haircut-is-better-with-a-smile\/","title":{"rendered":"Any Haircut Is Better With a Smile"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

Memorable writing that sparks imagination. Lean in. Hear the writer\u2019s voice on the page.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Any Haircut Is Better With a Smile<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

By DSBriggs<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

My hair is what? Old, graying and instead of wiry, fine. Since I have been retired my hair style is whatever takes no work and usually in need of a trim or cut. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Haircuts, however, are so darned expensive that to save money I used cut-rate clip-joints. I decided to let my hair grow out. It eventually came down to my shoulders. I tried to wear it back with a French braid or bun or even a pony tail. This dream came crashing down when I no longer had the hand strength or coordination to use rubber bands designed for fine hair. Too klutzy to use hair accessories like combs or claws or barrettes, I resorted to clips. My friends were too kind to tell me that really wasn’t working either.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So, I decided to splurge. Go to a real salon that shampoos and styles. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I met the hairdresser. She seemed really nice.  When she offered me coffee or tea. I thought, why not? Part of the splurge.  She sat me in front of a full-length mirror and left. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Off she went to get my coffee. She was gone so long I thought maybe she had gone to Starbucks. But she re-emerged with a cup. I apologized to her for the hassle of having to brew a fresh pot. (What else could take so long?) She said that the coffee was already made but she had been so busy she hadn’t had time to pee. I could understand that scenario perfectly. She also admitted that her mom had called with an update about her sister who was hospitalized the night before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

We finally settled in for the haircut. We looked at pictures of haircuts because she wanted to make sure we were on the same page. I wanted a long pixie with feathered bangs and some height on top. Several of the styles we looked at were what I had in mind. The only style I did not like was an angular, very short cut with long bangs swept to the side. I specifically said I did not want that type of cut. Hair in my face drives me nuts. She said that she understood and went to work.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

I noticed my hair kept getting shorter and shorter as she talked about her sister. Since it was in the back I wasn’t too concerned as inches came off and hair piled up around the chair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn’t until the sides started disappearing that I commented that it was a bit short.  After the fact was a stupid time to point that out. I was still hopeful my bangs would be okay. No<\/strong>. She cut my hair exactly like the picture I did not<\/u> <\/strong>like. Heavy glop of hair over one eye. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The dastardly deed was done.  I paid and over-tipped because while I was disappointed, I didn’t want to make her feel worse since her family was in melt-down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As I write,\u00a0I’m wondering if my lack of communication with the hairdresser and my doctor the day before was my fault? I used to pride myself on explaining so clearly that people understood. When had I lost that ability? Have I lost it or is the world so crazy now that people do not listen carefully? I certainly can’t listen to\u00a0the news at all. If I listened carefully, I would just want to\u00a0get on\u00a0an iceberg and float away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

So while I sort of have forgiven the hair cutter, I have not forgiven myself for allowing her to ignore my wishes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Ironically, I have received many compliments. I have also been reminded that:<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hair grows back and any haircut is better with a smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

DSBriggs <\/strong>and her hair live in Northern California. She has been writing with timed prompts for over ten years. Her writing has been published\u00a0 in\u00a0 Marlene Cullen’s\u00a0The Write Spot\u00a0 Anthologies<\/a>.\u00a0\u00a0The books are available through Amazon and your local bookseller.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When not writing, Donna enjoys reading, thinking about quilting, and walks with Moose, her 12 and a half year old hound. She also enjoys travel and time with good friends. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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