Tuesday, March 3, 2009

24 Hours later.....

It didn't seem right to just let yesterday's blog hang there like my limp hair without reporting the results of my trip to the hair salon. As I told you, I am never really sure what I will have done until the last second and that's what happened. When I first got there, I anxiously flipped through a couple of those hair style magazines for some last minute inspiration. I find those good for pointing out what I don't want to my stylist or for imagining what I could never have, but rarely for finding the exact thing I want. As much as I trust my hairdresser, there is always the chance things may not turn out quite how you expected, like one time when I was blonde and she added a toner at the end and my hair looked kind of taupey-greyish - Yuck! She did fix it up before I left but for a few minutes I was pretty panicked. Or the time I just hated the colour so much, I returned 3 days later and asked her to DO SOMETHING! Even she agreed it was all wrong for me. That's the great thing about her, she admits her mistakes and always resolves my hair crisis without complaint or charge. It keeps me going back - nobody is perfect. As any of you who know the road to highlights, you know that in recent years, foils are the method of choice. The old school method involved a plastic cap secured tightly to your head and a pointy metal pick that when inserted into the cap pulled out thin strands of hair that would then be dyed. For the last few years, my hairdresser has been trying to convince me that the old school method would be best for my thin hair, but I refused to go along with the suggestion. I thought she was clinging to her old school ways. This is a woman who has been a hairdresser for a very long time. My guess is at least 25 yrs. I told her I wanted copper and blonde highlights and maybe a chunk of blonde across my forehead - I really wanted to lighten things up. She said doing it with foils was going to be long and difficult and would I please consider the cap and pick method. So I finally caved and said OK, you're the expert - whatever! (short-haired gals are braver as mistakes don't last so long) I really hate the cap and pick. I think I must have a sensitive scalp or something, because every time she dipped that pick into my cap, it hurt. Maybe I'm just a baby when it comes to pain, but I must have said OUCH about a hundred times. (and dentists think their job is tough on patients). Anyway, first she put in the copper highlights, washed and dried it all out so we could see the progress,(so far, so good) then the cap went back on for round two, more picks, more OUCHES, and finally after 2 gruelling hours, it was over. You know, I'm a firm believer in letting people do their jobs - I myself love it when my clients trust me to make decisions for them - afterall - I am the expert - that's why they hired me. So why did it take me so long to let my hair professional do what she thought was right for my hair? I think my hair colour is as close to perfect as it has ever been. I should have listened to her sooner - she was right. The old school method was better for my type of hair. As for the cut, well it still needs some time to get where it needs to be, but a good colour will help me get there less painfully. So today, I'm eating a little crow.....but it tastes good.

1 comment:

Eileen said...

Where's the picture?