Oh this has cheered me up no end.
Ironically my story features a hairdresser I adored.
She was wonderful. Found her entirely by accident, hubby had gone to the barber for a haircut, but had to wait ages, so went into a grubby little salon next door and found this wonderful lady who rented a chair then.
She did his hair so well he booked me in there and then and came back and told me about her.
So, I went to her religiously for 2.5 years. So she knew my hair woes (it takes forever to grow). She played with different shades of blonde and I trusted her implicitly. I could fall asleep and know I would wake up when she was done and it would still look awesome.
After my wedding I was fed up of being blonde and wanted to go a bright colour. So we did. A blue and purple ombre affair. Looked fab.
Went back 12 weeks later.
Remember how I said my hair takes forever to grow?
Well, given that by this stage she really knew how impulsive I was with my hair. Every time I went blonde we stuck random toners and colours in and on it.
So this time. I said, I want to go short.
She knew this was a bad idea. I knew this was a bad idea.
But we did it anyway.
She gave me a mullet. A 23 year old girl, in 2013 a mullet.
A goddam mullet.
I went back a week later and begged her to restyle it again.
Never did return after that. :-(