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The Convincing Jennifer: Pixie Haircut

The car drifted to a stop in front of the salon building. We alighted, and Michael parked the vehicle properly in one of the lots while I brought Alan into the salon through the main entrance.

I have been married with Michael for two years, and Alan is our son whom I gave birth to more than a year ago. It’s been awhile since Alan got his haircut, and his rat-tail has started getting out of hand. Furthermore, he is going to start pre-school soon, thus Michael and I decided he would get a proper haircut.

As I brought Alan in, a middle-aged lady with blonde hair, whom introduced herself as Jennifer, greeted us and told me to take a seat while I wait for Alan’s hair to be cut. Meanwhile, Michael gave me a call, saying that he had to leave for an urgent matter at the company, and will be back in thirty minutes to pick Alan and me.

It was less than five minutes after sitting down when Jennifer came back promptly and called me over. ‘It seems that you’ll have to give me a hand with Alan, he’s reluctant to get his haircut.’ Jennifer explained to me. I nodded and went over with her as I saw Alan fiddling around while draped in the hairdressing cape. Jennifer unfastened the cape from Alan, and told him to stand up from the chair. She gestured for me to take a seat in Alan’s place. ‘Now I’m going to need you to hold Alan while sitting, and I’m going to fasten this cape around you so you won’t get the loose hairs all over you.’ Jennifer instructed me.

Without further ado, Jennifer draped the cape previously used on Alan around me, and fastened it snuggly around my neck. I pulled my hands out from under the cape’s cover and held onto Alan firmly as Jennifer began the cut on him.

Child Haircut with Mother

With a few combs down Alan’s back, Jennifer snipped away his rat-tail, and began trimming his hair to make it neat and tidy. It took less than ten minutes before Jennifer finished the cut on Alan, and I released my grip on him.

Just as I was about to stand up and unfasten the cape myself, Jennifer weighted down on me at my shoulders, and I sat back down in the chair. ‘It seems like you need a haircut too, madam.’ Jennifer sat. I gave a bewildered look and wanted to reject her offer, but just as I was about to speak up, she added, ‘Being a mum is hard, and it’s going to be harder to take care of Alan as he grows up. Perhaps you would prefer a no-fuss, wash & go look?’

Her words did bring a thought to my mind. Recently, it has been getting tougher to juggle both work and taking care of Alan. Besides, I haven’t been able to get my hair done lately and I sported an A-line bob, which was pretty high maintenance. It would be great to get a new hairstyle which I can spend less time on but still look decent.

‘So, what would you suggest?’ I asked Jennifer. She smiled at my reply. ‘Honestly, you have great features, and a nice pixie cut will accentuate your features very well. I can leave a nice, heavy side fringe for you as well, if you like.’ She suggested.

‘Okay, let’s do that.’ I answered, convinced by her. Jennifer beamed at my answer, and said in a seemingly high tone, ‘Alright, pixie cut with a long fringe coming up!’

I stood up straight as Jennifer fastened on the cape around my neck again, but tighter this time. She sectioned off the fringe area at my front, and pinned it down with an alligator clip so that she will not accidentally cut into that section. She combed out the unruly kinks at my back, and pinned up the upper layers with alligator clips.

Without asking for the final confirmation, Jennifer sunk her scissors into my hair at the nape area, and dislodged the first lock of hair, sending it to the salon floor. I closed my eyes and breathed in heavily, trying to pacify myself that making the cut was a right choice. Jennifer definitely was a master of her art, as she quickly snipped off the length of all the remaining layers at my back. It felt weird with very little weight left at the sides, while the front and sides were still relatively heavy.

She made her way to my sides, and snipped off at the length, sending my tresses tumbling down the cape, gathering on my lap above the cape. I drew my hands out from under the cape, and picked up a lock of my tresses. It was so long as I played around with it, knowing it would take a while before I grew out so much length again.

Just as I looked up into the mirror again, the length at the sides were gone, and in its place were two cute, thin sideburns. I was definitely shocked at sight of the sideburns, because I didn’t expect the hair to be cut so short. Nonetheless, I quickly got used to it as I observed Jennifer chop away at my locks above. She combed sections vertically up, and snipped off half the length, sending the chopped locks to join the pile already on my lap.

As she made the finishing cuts to the top section, Jennifer unpinned the fringe area, and the hair dropped down again to cover my face. I haven’t realised until this moment that I had neglected my hair so much, that the original bangs had already grown so much. With her shears, Jennifer chopped away at the section angularly, which I watched intently as the curtain in front of my eyes was snipped away. All that was left in place was a sharply angled side fringe, but I loved it nevertheless. She finished off the haircut with a trimmer to clean up the stray hairs that were now visible at the nape area.

As Jennifer unfastened the cape, the entrance opened and Michael appeared from within. Upon sight, he was apparently shocked at my transformation, but quickly commented that he loved my new haircut. I made sure to pay Jennifer a generous tip for the haircuts, and left with Michael and Alan.

Throughout the rest of the day, Michael couldn’t get his eyes off my new haircut, and caressed my short hair at the nape area from time to time. That night, we had a wonderful experience. Hell, I love my new pixie cut, no doubt about that!

Pixie Cut by Mae

Dark clouds roamed the sky as hints of lightning could be seen occasionally through the window. I was frantically bringing in all the clothes hanged out for the sun, but the unpredictable weather really gets at you sometimes. Sometimes, it gets really irritating, not that such little chores are too much to take, but because my long hair keeps getting in the way. As I struggle to bring the clothes back into the house, the frequent swaying of my long fringe around my eyes makes me rather annoyed at times. When that is not the case, my ends would usually get caught at the door or onto hooks.

It was then I decided that this misery had to end. The long hair look had to go. After giving birth to my first son, life became more fast-paced, sometimes too fast for me to cope. I needed a look that requires less maintenance, and long hair with a fringe does not fit the description, not at all.

With that, I grabbed a coat as soon as I finished bringing in all the clothes, and headed out, while the rainfall has yet to shower. Down the street, there was a lane of shops, ranging from the standard Walmart to some boutique shops that occasionally sold some unique apparel. However, these were not what I was looking for today. Near the end of the lane, I spotted the comfortably-lit sign on the wall, with ‘Unisex Salon’ engraved onto the sign. With the heave of one deep breath, I reached for the door and pushed open, entering the unisex salon.

My entrance was greeted with the smile of a young lady, whom was sitting at the reception desk just at the corner of the salon. She wore a chiffon sleeveless blouse, and coupled it with pale brown, skinny trousers. Her elaborate features were complemented by her brown hair cut in long layers. ‘Are you here for a haircut, madam?’ she asked. I nodded in reply, and she gestured for the blue salon chair situated at the corner of the small, but cozy salon.

As I took a seat, I observed briefly the décor of the salon. It was adorned with peach brown wallpaper and pale white ones on the walls that had mirrors. The lady hairdresser walked up behind me, and laid her hands gently on my shoulders as she spoke. ‘I am Mae, and how would your hair done today madam?’

‘I’ve had so much trouble with this long hair of mine. Thus, I would like to get it all cut off today.’ I answered. There, I said it.

‘Alright, do you have any idea how short do you want to go?’ Mae asked again. As my nervousness began creeping in on me, I managed a quick statement that ended the discussion immediately; ‘Just do what you think best fits me, all I want is this long hair gone by the end of my stay here.’

With that, she nodded and reached for a pale blue hairdressing cape lying on the salon chair beside me, unfolded it, and draped it over me, fastening it snuggly around my neck. Without further ado, Mae got straight into business, combing out my long hair to neaten it for the cut.

After a few thorough combs through my thick locks, she positioned herself to my left, lifted my hair at the side upwards with my comb, and snipped off most of the length instantaneously! The dislodged lock of hair slid down my shoulders, and rested on the cape at my lap. The first cut had already made a dramatic difference. All that remained from the cut was an extremely short sideburn, no longer than an inch. With that commencing of the first cut, all formalities was dismissed as Mae began working around the back, before chopping off whatever was on the right side of my head.

Female Taper Haircut by Hairdresser

By then, a thick pile of chopped hair laid on my lap. As I looked into the mirror, the reflection was almost comical as it looked like a bowl cut to me. This was quickly changed as Mae began blending in the short sides and back into the longer top. Towards the end of the haircut, Mae decided to relieve me of my greatest headache; the long fringe. Drawing open the sharp jaws of her scissors, she positioned them above my eyebrows, and closed them instantly, chopping off whatever length was beneath. The curtain of hair that bothered me was finally gone as I watched it fall onto my lap.

To finish up the look, Mae reached for a tube of hair clay and applied generously to my new cut, resulting in a polished pixie cut. I loved the final result, chic, yet low maintenance for me. Mae unfastened the cape, and the long locks fell to the salon floor, covering most of the area around the salon chair I sat on. Before leaving the salon, I paid Mae for her service, together with a generous tip. She offered me her name card, and welcomed me to come back anytime. I nodded and exited the salon.

I am definitely coming back to Mae for a haircut again in the near future.

Unexpected Makeover

I took a lengthy glance into the mirror, deliberating on my options. I was sitting by the dressing table of my room, scared and angry emotions brewing simultaneously. I took one last peer at my reflection in the mirror, before shying away in deep disappointment. Why? Because of this terrible haircut that my hairdresser just did for me barely hours ago. My originally healthy and long black tresses were relentlessly assaulted by her, leaving me with a severely uneven haircut, with the longest layer hanging just below my shoulders. She must have been feeling scissors-happy, but I was no pushover. That was the last time I frequented her.

I was once a loyal customer of hers. I as an individual, value myself greatly on loyalty. If I like a hairdresser’s work, I would have definitel stuck on and continue to patronise her services for a considerably long period of time. However, the haircuts that she have been performing for me in the past few appointments was nothing but horrendous. I had already given her chances repeatedly to rebuild my trust in her, hoping she would eventually return to her best, the standards which she maintained at first to earn my loyalty, but it was ultimately to no avail.

This appointment was the last opportunity that I could afford to give her to salvage the situation and restore my trust in her. It was a severe letdown that she did not, but I have grown to accept that. After all, it also served as an imminent sign – it’s time for me to change salons.

I immediately switched on my laptop and searched up a list of hair salons within the vicinity. There was one that particularly caught my eye, and there were plenty of good reviews of the hair services from the salon. I pulled up the GPS on my phone and entered in the address of the salon, and made a break for the salon instantly.

Following the GPS, I drove up to a quiet street filled with shops along the pathways of the street. It was Saturday and pretty late in the evening, thus most of the shops were already closed. I was resigned and thought that it was too late into the night, and the hair salon would have probably closed. Just then, I saw warm lights ematting from one of the shop windows not far ahead from my car.

‘That must be the hair salon.’ I thought. I decided to park my car nearby, at a lot just beside a shop house some distance away from the salon because the parking lots near to the salon were already all occupied.

I strolled nervously along the pathway towards the salon, my heart thumping heavily away because it’s been a long time since I’ve been to a new salon. As I walked up to the front entrance of the salon, the warm lightings became more vibrant. It however, seemed pretty quiet for a hair salon supposedly raved by its clients online. ‘There was probably not as much business on a late Saturday,’ I supposed. I took a few heavy steps up to the salon entrance, and pulled open the door slowly.

 

I was instantly greeted with the pungent but familiar smell of hair chemicals, but my main focus was quickly drawn to the decor as I took a good look around the hair salon. Five black salon chairs were situated on each side of the salon, accompanied with a frameless rectangular mirror that enveloped both sides of the wall.

A young looking lady, probably in her early twenties, quickly noticed my arrival and stepped off from the front desk to greet me. ‘Hello, are you here for a haircut?’ she asked politely. ‘Yeah, it’s well, actually my second time in a salon today.’ I replied shyly as I ran my fingers through my rattled head of hair. She seemed to have understood my point quickly. ‘Take a seat, I will be right with you.’ she said with a smile. I took a seat at one of the salon chairs as she quickly emerged again, from a door just behind the front desk.

She had returned with a hairdressing pouch strapped around her waist, and began to unfold a neatly ironed hairdressing cape that was white in colour. Simultaneously, she began a series of questions about my hair. Basic hair salon procedure, where hairdressers find out about colour and chemical history, how often a client styles her hair and more. These questions were important for a hairdresser to formulate the final hairstyle for a client.

I answered honestly as she questioned, but when asked if I had any particular end-look in mind, I couldn’t answer. All I knew momentarily was that I wanted to get rid of this terrible mess on my head. It was so uncomfortable to live with my hair like this, I would rather hack it all off super short. At least then, it would look neater and feel cleaner.

‘Hmm, it seems like I may be able to create a hairstyle fitting for you. Would you be interested in getting a hair makeover? Pixies are pretty trendy these days, easy to style and look neat,’ she proposed after learning sufficiently about my hair after the quizzing. I deliberated at her sudden suggestion, but was not going to refuse her outright – I certainly did not expect to get my hair cut that short, and I actually haven’t had short hair since I was 12. At this stage, I was actually surprised that I was actually considering her suggestion, despite how much I loved keeping a thick head of long locks.

Seeing that I was not immediately put off by her suggestion as most long-haired customers would, she folded up my hair to give off the illusion of short hair on me, and pulled the front towards the side to resemble a side fringe. Brilliant marketing, letting the client know what she is in for before actually getting it.  ‘I could cut the sides and back pretty close, but keep the top section considerably longer with a sideswept fringe,’ she said with an almost questioning tone. She was beaming now, with the prospect of chopping off whatever is left of my locks very possible.

I was however, not dissuaded by her behaviour. It didn’t matter to me too much that she as the hairdresser wanted me to do the pixie cut so badly. In fact, I appreciated it. At least in such a case, I would trust that she would do a good job with my hair. I was not going to experience a second hair disaster within a single day. I had made up my mind.

‘Okay, I want you to do it, show me your best,’ I said, without any further consideration. I was shocked at my straightforwardness, and wondered whether I should have doubted myself a little more. I was about to lose all my long tresses from this rash decision I made, hopefully not one on a moment of folly!

Pleased by my decision, she then tucked a shampoo towel around my shoulders into my collar, and shook the white cape over me, fastening it snuggly around my neck. Drawing a pair of sharp scissors and a long comb out from her hair pouch, she combed out my hair, taming any unruly kinks that were present. My hair at the top was then sectioned off from the sides and back and pinned up with a long hairpin.

‘Schnick schnick!’ She sliced off my long locks at the back, and my head almost felt lighter instantaneously! It had finally began, the chopping of the locks that had accompanied me for many years. She moved on, cropping my sides and back tight to the skin, but still keeping the texture soft. As she chopped off my hair at the sides, the long tresses slid down the white cape, gathering in my lap. My eyes got wet but I was determined to not cry. It was after all, a decision that I had made for myself.

The top section was then unpinned, and the long hair on top draped down over the now cropped sides and back. For a moment, it looked as if nothing had been cut as of yet, with the long locks covering the chopped sections. I was however, quickly brought back to reality as she sectioned out a part of my long hair and ruthlessly sliced through it. A pixie cut began to take shape as she gradually snipped the remaining sections of long hair off.

I was momentarily shocked at my dramatic transformation. It was a little bit of a bittersweet emotion – although the look was chic and certainly suited me, I felt that something still seemed to be lacking. I needed some edge in the cut.

‘Can we go shorter on the sides and back?’ I asked the hairdresser.

‘Sure, but I would have to use a pair of hair clippers to get that sort of length even throughout.’ she responded instantaneously. I nodded, providing her with the approval to carry on as she desired. She grabbed a pair of battery-operated clippers off the charger stand on the narrow table in front of the chair, and gently tilted my head forward to a 45 degree angle. I was then greeted with a sudden thud from the hair clippers – this was the first time I was going to get my hair cut with a pair of hair clippers. She pushed the clippers straight up my nape, littering short strands of hair around my neck, gathering on the cape. A cold sensation could be felt with each pass of the clipper up my nape, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. She then quickly moved to work on the two sides, driving the tool up my temple. I took a glance at my reflection in my mirror, and was finally beginning to be satisfied with the oncoming look.

My hair was finished off with some hair spray, and I was now sporting a chic pixie look with tightly cropped sides and back. It was a good contrast from my past, where I favoured long hairstyles for a prolonged period of time. Despte that, as I touched my hair at the back, the short stubble gave a prickly feel, and it aroused me, mysteriously. One thing was for sure, my long hair days were not coming back anytime in the near future.

She then unfastened the cape, and the pile of long hair that gathered in my lap slid off onto the floor. I got off the chair, thanked her for the haircut and gave her a generous tip before exiting the salon.

As I walked towards the lot I had parked my car at, I gazed at my reflection from the shop windows, and was fascinated by how feminine and elegant the pixie cut looked. I was thankful that this ordeal was now over, and pleased I have discovered a hairdresser that I could place my faith in again.