Lie to my face

I think it’s way better to be honest than lie because you’re trying to avoid an awkward situation.

Yesterday was a mess.

There are a variety of things happening in my life right now that have come together and created somewhat of a pickle:

• My daughter is getting married in a week.

• My normal hairstylist whom I love and trust with my wavy hair, and have for several years, had a baby in March. She’s still on maternity leave.

• The grays in my hair have grown exponentially.

• The last haircut I had was in February and I need another one, badly.

With all these things happening at the same time, I made the difficult decision to try a new stylist.

Oh help.

I don’t mess around when it comes to my hair. And had I paid more attention to my stylist’s due date and maternity leave plan, I would’ve forced a later wedding date! Seriously.

I entertained cutting it myself.😬

But the color…I needed some professional help! So I did it. I walked in the designated salon and was instantly…calm?…at ease?…relaxed?…no, I was STRESSED.

I marched in with the picture I have used for a long time, and she barely glanced at it. I asked again if she cut curls and waves?

“I cut everything, every texture.”

I felt sick.

With the wedding date looming, and in utter desperation, I stayed.

She colored my hair, then cut it. I watched her add a little leave-in conditioner and mousse to my barely damp hair. The curls I had walked in with were gone, and the diffuser she used added to the frizz.

“It looks sooo good!” she lied.

Another stylist came by and also told me how great my haircut was. What was happening? Why was everyone lying??! I could clearly see myself in the big mirror. I did NOT look great.

I walked over to the register and pulled out my wallet. The girl behind the counter looked at me and exclaimed,

“Your hair looks amazing!”

In a state of temporary insanity and anger, I envisioned reaching over the counter and throttling her. I managed to spit out a clenched “thank you.”

Sitting in my car, I opened the mirror and surveyed the damage. It was bad. Actually, the color is good, but the cut was terrible. What really bothered me though, is the lying. My hair DID NOT look amazing. It looked frizzy and flat and dry. The shape was a triangle—not exactly what I wanted.

Don’t lie to my face.

I can see my hair in the mirror, just like everyone else in that salon.

Just because everyone says the haircut is great doesn’t make it true.

There is a better way. I know it may feel awkward, but reminding me that freshly cut curly hair sometimes looks straighter for a while would be a nice, honest thing to say. Think of SOMETHING. Lying is weak.

For example, when Tucker was born, he came out so fast that his whole face was bruised and purple. 😳 He looked like he had been through a few rounds. It was a rough start. Thankfully, the nurse didn’t tell me he was beautiful, she said he would look better in week or so. And he did. I loved that she was honest.

Don’t lie to my face.

Don’t lie to yourself.

Just don’t lie.