May 16, 2007

• Aventures At The Hair Salon

  Edit at the bottom of post:

  My mother offered me a hair cut/color, and a new outfit, because Matt's graduating Sunday.  She will be in town for the graduation.   I don't think she wanted to be seen with me in my former state. 

  So of course I took her up on it.

  I can't remember the last time I got my hair cut and colored.  I wait a really long time because one, I don't care, and two, the longer you wait, the better it looks when you finally do it.

  So I go in with my " roots" ( can you still call them roots if it's half your head?) are black and gray, and the bottom part is a multitude of colors, none of which are pretty.  The texture is straw.

  The stylist, Natalie, a cute,  spunky, young,  girl, asks what we are doing today.  I tell her I want a cut and color.

  She asks what color, and did I want highlights or all over?  I tell her I really hadn't thought about it. 

  Truthfully, I was hoping she would just decide for me.  A makeover.  What I wanted was to leave the salon looking as young, as cute and as skinny as she was.

  I wanted my before and after picture to be posted on the wall and Natalie would explain to all the astounded people who saw it "  As you can see I put a highlight here, thereby giving the allusion of a much skinnier and younger face."

  Natalie was much too nervous to take over.  She probably had a lot of criers in the past.  She brought me a book and I picked out a couple colors resembling my hair color at sixteen and told her to throw a few highlights in.

  Then we discussed the cut.  I told her to cut off the dead parts, unless that would make me bald, in which case a couple inches were fine.  I assured her I wasn't a crier.

  Then Natalie got really nosey, asking me questions like, how often I wash my hair, and where did I get it colored last time? 

  She caught me off guard, and I had to tell her the last time I got my hair colored, it was at the salon downstairs ( I was at the mall) .

  I felt guilty about it, like I was cheating.  I have only been to each salon once before, and I had just met Natalie today, so I had no reason to feel bad.

  I think she thought I over washed my hair, because she told me a least ten times not to wash it for twenty four hours.

  I was just pissed she was talking to me at all.  I brought a book, and I opened  it.  I think that's a pretty big hint that you don't want to talk.

  Natalie had really nice hair, which made me kind of nervous.  Typically, in the past, the hair stylists with the weirdest hair, do the best job.  I haven't figured out this phenomenon  yet,  but it's true.

  In the end, I like my hair.  I don't look any skinnier or younger, even though Natalie practically screamed "  You look like a different person!"

  I thought that was a little conceited, but I gave her a big tip anyway.

  Hey, it was moms treat, I can afford to be generous.

  Edit:  What is with you people and pictures?  I was pretty descriptive!    Maybe on Sunday at the graduation. 
  For now, the new hair is cuter than the old, which isn't saying much.
  
  

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