Alright, so I’ve been meaning to share this for a bit. My hair, oh my goodness, it was just… there. Limp, boring, doing absolutely nothing for me. I’d catch my reflection and just sigh. You know that feeling, right? When you just need a serious refresh, a proper shake-up.
The Big Decision and Some Serious Scrolling
I started doing what we all do: endless scrolling online. Pictures, videos, everything. I knew I didn’t want to go super short, been there, done that, and the growing out phase is just a pain. But I needed layers, I needed movement, I needed something with a bit of an edge. That’s when I kept landing on these cool, shaggy cuts. Not the super retro ones, but something more modern, hitting right around the shoulders.
It felt like a good middle ground. Enough length to still play with, but with all that texture I was craving. I saved a bunch of photos, probably way too many, trying to pinpoint exactly what I liked about each one. It was the choppiness, the way it framed the face, the “I woke up like this but better” vibe. Yeah, that’s what I was after.
Finding “The One” (Stylist, That Is)
Now, this was the tricky part. You can’t just trust anyone with a shag, you know? It’s not your average trim. It needs someone who gets it, who isn’t afraid to get in there with the scissors and create those layers properly. My usual stylist is great for a simple cut, but this felt like it needed a specialist.
I actually asked around a bit, read some local reviews. Found a place that seemed to have a good reputation for more modern styles. I booked an appointment, feeling a mix of excitement and “oh god, what if they mess it up?” Nerves were definitely there.
The Salon Chair Saga
So, appointment day. I went in, armed with my collection of saved pictures. The stylist was super chill, which helped. We talked for a good 15 minutes before any scissors came near my head. I showed her what I wanted, what I definitely didn’t want. She listened, nodded, and then gave her own input, which I appreciated. She suggested a few tweaks based on my hair type – it’s got a bit of a wave, but can also go flat easily.
Then the cutting began. Snip, snip, snip. I tried not to watch too closely at first, you know, just trust the process. There was a lot of sectioning, a lot of vertical cutting, which I vaguely remembered was key for shags. It felt like a long time, but I think that’s a good sign. She wasn’t rushing.
- First came the wash, which is always nice.
- Then the main shaping, getting that foundational length right.
- After that, it was all about carving out those layers, the fringe, the bits around the face.
She showed me how much she was taking off as she went, which was reassuring. No horror stories of too much hair on the floor!
The Reveal and Living With It
And then, the moment of truth. She dried it, styled it with a bit of product to bring out the texture. And honestly? I loved it. It was like my hair suddenly had personality again! It felt so much lighter, and the movement was amazing. My head literally felt bouncier.
The first few days were an adjustment, as it always is with a new cut. Figuring out how to style it myself took a couple of tries. My usual quick ponytail wasn’t quite the same, but in a good way. I actually had to do less to make it look good. A bit of sea salt spray, a quick scrunch, and I was pretty much good to go. It air dries really well too, which is a huge bonus for me because I’m lazy with hair dryers.
It’s been a few weeks now, and I’m still super happy with it. It’s versatile. I can make it look a bit more polished, or really lean into that messy, textured look. The shoulder length is perfect – it’s out of my face but still feels substantial. No regrets here, which is always a win when it comes to hair!
