There is a salon in Nashville that I have gone to many times, I always enjoy going their because by the time they wash my hair I am completely relaxed and my hair is squeaky clean. The girl who I used to see there is no longer there and I had been wanting to change stylists but it is kind of like breaking up with a guy but still having to see him. Awkward!
So I run into the salon about five minutes late (story of my life) and his first look at me was one of shock and I am guessing an “Oh, hell, no: thought ran across his brain.
Picture me, pudgy, clothes ill fitting, I have my bangs that should not have been cut into my hair back in January, flipped up with a barrette. The drive from Chattanooga to home elicited sunroof open and windows down. So I wouldn’t have the knots from hell I twisted the rest of my hair and clipped it.
And once I landed in my old office, I should have had a meeting with a brush but I went about my business of getting things printed instead. So I looked like a mess with pants cutting off my circulation and my fat rolls showing off their latest finds with my eating habits.
He sits me down, asks when I had my haircut last and I mumbled last spring. He gives me a look. Then asks what I am wanting to do with my hair. Umm. . .
Well, I don’t want banks, they drive me batty. Don’t want my hair too short since my face is as round as a pumpkin. I like layers but the last chick who did this gave me two distinct layers which pulls my hair down. Umm, noting too short. . . oh, I am super lazy in the morning, so something that will be easy to deal with. I feel like I have had this style forever, wouldn’t mind a change. . .What do you think?
I have to give him credit because I really thought he was going to start laughing and say move along to Great Clips please. . . But he walked me to the back to get my hair cleaned and those ladies are wonderful. They comb out your wet hair, they dry your ears and send you on you way.
So this poor man is now looking at the mop I have on my head and says we can bob it or go with layers. I knew that while I love the whole bob look, it can pull my hair down showing no signs of volume quickly. So I said, layer this mess,
He elicited a “girlfriend” with a sigh and I was in trouble. The ends were splitting and had I waited longer a good portion of my hair would be gone. We had a nice talk about getting haircuts on a regular basis. Once he was done and began drying my hair he styled it kind of odd. Meaning he used round brushes to create volume and at one point I had about six brushes on top of my head. The overall look once he was finished was great but how do I take my head off to pull this stunt off daily?
So on my list of things to do is to get a smaller round brush, I have a 3 inch round and really need the 2 inch round. He didn’t use the flat iron, just gussied up my hair with brushes and it looked nice.
But he did say I better not come back in with all those clippies in my hair next time. . .
That poor man but he did seem pleased with the outcome and I am trying to keep him proud in between cuts. . .
But the good news is my color (done around this time last year) is still holding up. So I might be able to wait to do partial highlights early next year.
I came in looking all jacked up and came out with a smaller chance of scaring small children. He is a miracle worker.
Stumbling Through Life 