I've decided to start keeping track of my monthly hair salon visits. Because I have short hair, monthly appointments are usually a necessity. I call this my marvelous hair adventure because.....it truly has been an adventure trying to find a great cut. My mom is probably laughing at my photos in this post....growing up I was always saying...."Don't look at me!!!"
This month, I decided to try a salon in a town close to our town. I did a little online search, found the names of a couple of salons, made a few calls and then basically said......eeny~meeny~miney~mo. Done, appt made and let the adventure begin.
And, oh how it began. I found the salon , walked in and sat down. I always find the first impression at a salon somewhat important...not entirely though. I usually scan the hairstyles of the various stylists and then look around at the clients. This salon had me a little worried. I honestly felt as if I had transported to a different time....possible the '80's. That was still OK, I was still hopeful.
I had an appointment with the owner, I felt pretty secure in that decision. She came over ,asked my name and then motioned for me to follow her......straight to the hair washing station. I don't know a lot about salons, but I do know that this was not a good sign. Usually a consultation would come first, then the hair gets washed...more chatting? Not this time, we went straight from the sink to the chair....then my stylist starting to snip! Also not a good sign. There was no discussion of what I wanted , what I didn't want , my hair habits.....all the usual questions. Nope, just lots of snipping.
I always become a sudden whimp as soon as I enter the salon doors....this was no exception. I meekly said...."umm, I brought some pictures to show you....of hair". She glanced at them and said "oh yeah, I do hundreds of that cut". And then she kept cutting.....and cutting....and oh my.....more cutting. At this point, I started praying.....please Lord, make her stop cutting my hair. My stomach started turning and I realized that I had been holding my breath. I'm pretty sure that I held my breath....the entire time I was there!
As I watched my hair getting shorter and shorter.....I kept trying to find the words to say.....stop! Nope, no words.....just panic. I did enjoy the activities surrounding me....many of the patrons were gathered around my chair watching the cutting and chatting with the owner. The people were really very nice.....a couple women were the curl and set crowd(y'know 80 and up). They were so sweet....and could not hear a thing that was being said. Everyone obviously knew each other. I LOVE small town living, I love everyone knowing everyone.....but I honestly felt like I was in my own little '80's movie. The only thing I was concerned about.....how was the movie going to end.
(that day,styling it on my own...a bit poofy...Tiffani said I look sassy in this photo...I have no idea why my hands were on my hips)
(It was a bit hard to style the next day.....so many layers and really short)
Well, if you have read this far....and have not been bored to tears.....you will surprised to find out that.....I actually....sort of...kind of......like it. Phew. But, I'm not so sure I'm going back? Maybe? It will go into my memory log as a very strange experience....a step back in time, but surprisingly....not one of my worst haircuts. She put lots of layers in, but it's not that much shorter(how is that possible?she cut so much) It's fairly easy to style. I'm still not sure why I was charged more than her other clients?? Though, the cost was still a pleasant change....only $20. That's half of what I might normally have to pay. Not bad at all. Let's see what next months marvelous adventure will bring.