But we only just met!
My hair grows faster than a chia pet. I need a haircut every 4-5 weeks, or I look like those awful uncoiffed women from the Woodstock pictures. Because of this frequency, I can’t afford $80 haircuts. Add to that my brows, a tip, and that’s about 100 bucks a month for maintaining a modicum of civilization.
In our old town, I had an awesome brow woman and a $17 haircut place. Since our move, however, I have been searching for the right “one”. It shouldn’t be this hard. My hair is thick, forgiving, nearly black. My brows are easy. No funky highlights, weird swooshy bangs, complicated brows or anything.
“Chin length, a bit shorter in the back, and please layer it. My brows just need clean-up.”
It hasn’t been easy:
One woman gave my left brow a Brazilian, the other simply remained cro-magnon. I couldn’t go back. I looked like my face was lopsided and people kept staring at me because they couldn’t quite figure out what was wrong.
Another hairdresser cut my hair it so short I looked like a coconut.
One woman kept me in the damn chair for 2 hours and when I left I looked exactly the same. She had pretty much just combed me.
One hairdresser got it sort of right, but my layers were all crooked, giving half of my head the look of a wild boar when it grew in, the other half was flat.
And then, this Sunday, I met Sarah.
She was bossy, mean and wouldn’t let me drink my coffee– “I don’t appreciate hot liquids in my personal space.” She put me in her chair, bad mouthed every cut, layer and individual hair on my head. She trash-talked everything about my follicular appearance. She was ruthless, like those 7th grade mean girls at the popular table at middle school lunch.
Then started to wash my hair, and I fell in love. The best scalp massage EVER.
She cut my hair–fast, efficient, EVEN (!!!), and gave me great shape.
When she was done, I asked her, through tears, if I could book my next appointment.
Turns out she is pregnant and I hadn’t noticed because of her floppy lab coat thingy. I have booked myself into her life right up to her due date.
Pray that kid doesn’t come early. it’s all about me, you know.
Tags: Brazilian, brows, haircuts
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November 17, 2008 at 1:14 pm
Ooh, yeah, you don’t mess around when it comes to a good haircut! For me, it’s color. I have long-ish straight hair, so there’s only so much you can destroy it with a cut. But I get highlights, and I like to keep them nice and subtle. I found someone who does it right, and then we moved several towns away. Don’t care, I keep going!
November 17, 2008 at 9:06 pm
At dinner tonight – when I mentioned that I’ll be 40 next week ( I felt the Minion and S.O needed that reminder, cause living with me just isn’t enough of one ), The Minion observed that I “look old”. The S.O chimed in with, “You should call for a hair appointment.” Am I going out on a limb to assume this is my present from them? I’d go to Ted’s barber shop in the plaza with a box of Clairol and have Glenda do her best with me, but if they are paying…maybe I’ll try out Fringes at the Equinox!
November 26, 2008 at 8:10 pm
Lesson learned here? Don’t settle!
Now that we are in such an economic upswing (cough, cough) I actually get my hair cut a litte shorter so that I can wait that much longer to go back. I get at least an extra month out of the deal. Sad thing is, I love my hairdresser, but what can I do?
January 6, 2009 at 2:44 am
I live in expectation of going back to my hairdresser. She’s actually a neighbor and friend who is also a great hairdresser who understands my hair. (She also never blinks an eye at the condition of my house. I think she might be a saint. I think I may have to start worshipping her next week.)
But, sadly, at the moment, I cannot get my hair cut because I am in the middle of physical therapy for a frozen shoulder and I can’t actually lift my left arm up enough to fiddle with hair. So, it grows long and I brush it out and it is all very boring.
As soon as my shoulder joint moves 90 degrees, I’m going for it. I only have 25 degrees to go!