Two stories in me on this one:
First, I decided that I was done with perming my hair and it seemed to me that my hair had grown out a lot. I went to my hairdresser and told her to cut all the perm out. I don't know if I was wearing my contacts that day or my glasses, but I'm blind as a bat. Drema turns the chair around and does the reveal and I gasped in horror. She looked like I'd stabbed her in the heart and I had to do some quick backpedalling apologizing to her. She had done exactly what I had asked her to do, so she wasn't at fault. I just didn't expect it would be so short! In a couple of weeks, I was used to it and I loved the look. I even had my driver's license picture taken during that time and it was the best ever. I didn't stay with the short cut though. I let it grow out a bit.
Second, I was either between hairdresser or impatient to have my hair done, so I went to someone close by and available. I was getting a perm and a cut. We were busy chatting away. It was an evening appointment and we ran a bit late. Then for the reveal ... When I looked in the mirror I could have died on the spot!
I have very straight and fine hair and I ended up with an old lady perm. I looked like a dark brown brillo pad. She'd even teased out my 'do! I paid her and said my thanks and headed home. My kids and all their friends were on the street playing and pointing and laughing at me. My husband could barely contain his mirth.
You're not supposed to wash your hair for several days, but I thought I'd at least rinse it out and put some conditioner on it. I had to go to work the next day and I wanted to put a paper bag on my head!
The conditioner and rinse didn't do much, so I sucked up my courage and self-esteem and headed into work. As luck would have it, I ended up alone on the elevator with the mayor of all people who took one look at me and had to look away because he was having trouble controlling his laughter. Luckily, I got off on 5 whereas he rode up to 12. I sucked it up and I made it through that first day. It was really very character building for me. I was in my early 30's and finally allowing myself to feel like the attractive woman I was.
When the mayor showed up at a council meeting several months later looking like his barber had cut his hair with a lawn mower. He must have worn the same look on his face of mortification that I had had. I decided that it must have all been some rite of initiation.
During the time in that hair dresser's chair, I had learned that she was related to a co-worker. I'm the talkative sort and I recall that we wandered off into a discussion of her ex-husband who had run off with his secretary. In retrospect, it's probably not a good idea to get into a discussion with your hairdresser, especially a new one you're trying out, about their adulterous ex. Also in retrospect, I recalled later that that salon was where all the mature ladies went on Fridays and Saturdays to have their hair done once a week. It's probably better for a younger person not to go to an old ladies' hair salon.
Take heart! This too shall pass.