A couple of days ago I began my spring break. I was actually awake during my morning routine and noticed my scraggly hair in the mirror. Onward to the hairdresser.
Confession time. I am a cheapskate when it comes to haircuts. My half-cousin (is that really a word? I just made it one.) is a hair stylist and he charges upwards of $100 a head. WHOA. I am not so extreme as to get free haircuts from the hair salon school. But I have finally grown up a little and settled on one stylist, so at least there is some consistency in the process. I have had one too many bad experiences in that department. Lack of English skills, lack of communication, lack of haircutting skills, etc.
Unfortunately I forgot that my hair stylist only works afternoons like when I go to visit her after school. I arrived at the store Monday morning and THEN remembered that. Too late, I was already there. I figured, "How bad could this be?" My hairstylist was very friendly. She was also very short. And extremely well-endowed. And lacking support. Those last three combinations make things difficult when trying to wash a patron's hair at the sink.
Shudder.
Also, I left the store smelling of strawberry Bubblelicious and cigarette smoke thanks to the close proximity of my hairdresser. Lesson learned.
2 comments:
this is tooooo funny. i only go to stylists that i have to have an appt for so i've never been stuck with a bad one. so the most important q is, was the haircut okay???
i found the most wonderful, amazing, incredible, awesome hairdresser in philly, back when i had money. he was AWESOME. he described hair cutting as an art form, as his manner of artistic expression (and he wasn't gay! he was Christian!). oh my goodness, i would leave his chair feeling as though i had finally unlocked my true inner hair.....
Can we get a picture of your haircut? (:
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