A Hair Post for the Extremely Bored...

Two Fridays in a row without doing 5QF? What is my deal? To be perfectly honest, I was embarrassed of my hair. For the past month, I've been going around Fairbanks in hats because I needed a cut and color so badly. It was  "terrible awful" as a character in the novel, The Help, often says. I'm happy to report that my hair looks much better and I can resume going out in public again without something to cover my head.

While at the salon, I was reflecting on the whole process and decided it was a very intimate thing. I mean, usually when one lets someone brush up against them, massage their head with shampoo, and run their fingers through their hair, it's typically a much different situation. I let a stranger do all those things to me yesterday. I can't help but to find it odd.

Anyway, when do you consider a trip to the salon a successful one? I think my definition is pretty simple. I think it's successful if I look better as I'm leaving than I did when I was coming in. Is that too relaxed, though? It seems like I'm never ecstatic about a certain cut or color anymore. I don't want to knock the girl who did it because (bless her heart) she did an excellent job considering I was her first customer for color (more on this in a sec).

My experience at this place was a good one. I tend to be impatient when it comes to these things. Sure, I enjoy relaxing but after a few hours have passed, I simply feel slightly narcissistic. I mean, do I really need to spend that much time on my outward appearance? Does it take that much time to make me look acceptable? I hope not.

The lady who did my hair was fairly new. She later told me that she had only graduated from beauty school in April. I liked her, though and I trusted her almost immediately. Trust is such a big part of getting one's hair done, isn't it? I do long for a day when I can find someone that I can say, "Do whatever you want to it!" But I digress...

The styler was very nice and I trusted her right away because she was so dilligent in everything she did. "Would you like some tea?" "May I turn your head?" Stuff like that. I cannot tell you how many times she stopped the haircut or coloring process to ask a question to one of her peers. This was when I was alerted to the fact that she really wasn't very experienced. The nervousness crept in for a split second until I realized that she was asking so many questions because she wanted to get it right just as much as I wanted her to get it right.

Later, I walked out of the salon feeling like a million bucks. Well, maybe half a million since I hadn't donned any makeup that day, but I definitely felt better leaving as I did coming in. Job well done to her! She might just have a returning customer on her hands.

Did I really just write an entire post about my haircut? My apologies! Perhaps the next entry will be a little more interesting.