@Mame,
I'm sure she ended up looking like JA because that's one the hairdresser has had the opportunity to practice often.
It's beyond me how you can be talking to someone one on one, and directly tell them "3 big chunks" or "use the purple rods" or "no, I don't want the haircut you have, that's not what I'm describing at all" and they still go ahead with whatever they had in their mind in the first place.
Years ago, I went to my brothers wedding back home, and stopped by my mom's hairdresser, Emma, who I'd known since I could walk. I didn't know what I wanted, just that I wanted to look "fancier" for the wedding. At that time I didn't know the first thing about pinning up my hair, french twists, etc.
She did a really simple chignon, and I loved it. Not fussy, just not something I did every day.
A few months later, I was going to a friends wedding, and went to a hairdresser to get the same thing done.
I explained and explained, saying I didn't want curls or anything all fussy. I just wanted my hair "up"
The woman started working on me, and 5 minutes into it, I was thinking "this is how long it took Emma to do the whole thing, what's this woman doing?"
She started getting out a curling iron, and I was like "wait a minute, I don't want curls, I just want my hair up"
She assured me my hair wasn't going to be curly, but that this was just the way she did it.
Then, she started putting curlers in my hair, despite my further questions. Anyway, she futzed and fussed, and the Aqua Net came out, and I didn't know what teasing was, but that's what she was doing.
I had at some point zoned out, and kinda nodded off. Then I looked at my watch and saw I'd been there over an hour!!
I freaked out then and said "I have to be at the wedding in like 45 minutes, and I haven't even showered, dressed or put on my makeup yet! The church is like 20 minutes away! WHAT ARE YOU DOING???"
I put a lot of the blame on myself for being young and stupid, and not realizing she had her own agenda, regardless of what I said.
When she realized I was pissed, she finished up in 5 minutes, and I cried all the way home. My boyfriend was freaking out saying he didn't know where I was, and we should have been at the church by now. He was all dressed and ready to go. He took one look at my hair and was speachless, and not in a good way.
I didn't have time to properly do my makeup, I just threw myself into my clothes and hoped for the best.