I’ve waited as long as I could…I figure it’s time to make the (dreaded) hair appointment. My last hair appointment was in November (crazy, right?). My hair holds color pretty well since I only wash it every 2nd day. This is good, because nothing makes me more anxious than getting my hair done.
Is anyone with me on this?
When I speak to the receptionist, I want nothing more than to ask if Vicki (my stylist) is busy that night. As in, will she have others around me? I always feel that they are looking at my
hair my scalp the entire time I’m in the chair. It’s not too bad when my hair is all done in the foils; it’s the after part that gets me. The combing, the cutting–and worst of all–the drying. And it must be a stylist thing. My girl always flat irons my hair, I think to better show the color. I get it, but there’s no need to make my skinny hair skinnier.
There are a few good things though, that come with getting my “hair did”. One, I get to do a proper compare/contrast with the last time I got my hair done (oh my, look at all that scalp. Eek!). Hopefully, I’ll see some improvement! Two, the hair dye does help to plump up the hair, so freshly-dyed hair can help to conceal women’s hair loss, too. For a few weeks, I should be able to use less of my products to conceal hair loss.
Oh, I almost forget about the awkward conversation, too! It’s almost like I feel I have to apologize for my awful hair by making jokes (lame), or by explaining what new medication (right now, none) that makes it “worse than it really is” that I’m on. I long for the good ol’ days when this wasn’t even a second thought. I at least long for the days when I could wear bangs — but now, that’s too much to ask for.
If you get a second, send me some good vibes — maybe, just maybe I’ll be the only one in the chair that night!
Inflation is when you pay fifteen dollars for the ten-dollar haircut you used to get for five dollars when you had hair.”