I had a really bad haircut today.

My hair had got to the stage where I start to look like one of the Beatles in their shaggy phase, so I stopped in at the hairdresser after lunch. I generally just go to a Great Clips, and I've always had good luck with them before - but not today. I told the hairdresser that I wanted to keep the same basic style, just neaten it up - take an inch and a half or so off all round. She seemed fine with that. During the cutting process, however, she seemed nervous. Kept asking me things "So, you want it thinned out here?" ... "So I'll layer this, shall I?... "A bit more off here, do you think?" Thing is, I didn't actually know what she needed to do to recreate my normal hairstyle. In the past, other stylists haven't asked me those questions, they've just gone ahead and done the job. I mean, it was just a trim, nothing major! She seemed to get progressively more uncertain as she went on. And when, after a while, she said, "Does this look even to you? I always find it so hard to get both sides the same!" I knew I was doomed.

I look awful.

And I can't believe I actually gave the woman a tip. I am cursed with incurable politeness in such situations : she seemed so anxious and eager to please, and I was worried I'd hurt her feelings if I complained. They say they'll fix any mistakes they make, but frankly, I'm scared to go back : what if I end up looking even worse? It's not as though they'll have a lot of hair to play with, either - which I guess would make the fixing process tricky.

Ah well. I suppose it'll grow, eventually.

Aside from the bad haircut, it was a good day today. Homeschooling was lots of fun, and we went climbing with friends this evening, so I'm pleasantly tired right now.