Last week, my sister and father in law were in town. On their last day, I showed hubby this picture in the newest issue of Cosmo. I've been contemplating going short for a while, but never had the nerve to do it. Apparently, last Tuesday was the day I had the nerve. My sister in law had been wanting to chop hers off too, so we wanted to do it together before she left on Wednesday.
My normal stylist wasn't available, so hubby called another salon, Jour Salon & Spa, and they had an opening in an hour (FYI, if a salon has an immediate appointment that wasn't a cancellation, be wary). So my sister in law and I went up there. Want to know our conversation with my stylist?
me- "This is the haircut that I want to get today."
stylist- "ummm, really??"
me- ""Um, okay. Is that not something that you'd recommend?"
stylist- "No, it's fine. It's just really short. It'll be a big change. It's really short."
me- "Yeah, I can see that."
sister in law- "Yeah, can you do it or not?"
stylist- "Yeah, I can do it"
me- "Alright, then let's do it". What I should have said was "Peace out" and left.
So she washes my hair, and when we go into her room, I tell her "Look, I'm going to need you to be more supportive about this whole thing. I'm not blind, I see that it's short. But I've been wanting to do this for a long time, and you hesitating and questioning me is really ruining the whole experience for me". Then she kept apologizing and telling me that I'm really pretty and have a cute face and can pull off any look. Geez lady, that's what you should have been saying in the first place.
Sister in law's hair turned out super adorable though. When we were checking out, the receptionist was on the phone with foils in her hair. Gee, I hope I'm not interrupting your highlights. She swipes my sister's card, and then tosses the card back on the counter. Not exaggerating, tosses it. What the hell is wrong with this place?
The haircut was okay, a bit too poofy. I've been blessed with super thick hair, and I think she left too much on top. I think it lacked the "edge" that I wanted, more of a bob than a pixie. More soccer mom than hot mom. I was okay with it when we were there, but when I got home and really looked at it, it was NOT what I was wanting.
So hubby calls up there to complain. I basically paid $55 for the lady to be rude to me and for me to hate the haircut. He calls, tells the manager what happened, she tells him that she'll call him right back. Doesn't call back. He calls again the next day. Turns out, the rude receptionist? Yeah, she's the manager. Hubby wanted a refund, but she refused and basically said they didn't do anything wrong, and that she never threw the card. I'm sorry, but if you were on the phone on a personal call, how do you know?
So I post on FB that I hate my hair, and I've just accepted that I made a huge mistake by not waiting for my regular stylist. My regular stylist reads it, and offers to fix it for me at no charge. How awesome is that? Instead of penalizing me for going to someone else, she offers her talent and knowledge to fix it. I made her a flower headband for her, and two fabric ones for her girls as a thank you. Handmade gifts I think are much more personal than "Hey, here's a Starbucks gift card, thanks".
I make the appt for Thursday at 1, and she tells me to come with it washed and styled, and she'll cut it dry and texture it out. When I get there, instead of taking a short cut and doing it dry, she says that we'll do it right and washed, cut and styled it for me. And I LOVE it. There was a moment of "Oh shit, am I going to look like a guy?" But I told hubby that it'll be my motivation to put on make up and earrings, instead of being lazy on some days.
So this is what we ended up with. I gave my stylist free reign. She did an asymmetrical edgy pixie. I freaking love it. It's SO easy to fix. My hair, being super thick, takes FOREVER to dry when I wash it, and it's slightly wavy so I have to straighten it. This morning, I washed it, it was dry in 15 minutes, I flat ironed the bangs part, threw in some wax on the crown, and roughed it up. And voila. Finished.
You likey? Me likey. Would you mistake me
for a dude?