No, I’m just kidding about crying time. Today was hair cut time again. No amount of crying is acceptable. It’s only hair. At least I still have some.
Although I have had haircuts in the past that shocked me to the verge of tears, today was not one of those days. I think it helps to wait until your hair is such an incredible mess from hell that anything they do to it cannot help but make an improvement. My hair had reached that point and gone a tad beyond.
Most of the time, good hairdressers I stumble upon decide after two or three visits from me to go and work somewhere else, give up the craft altogether, or move out of province or halfway across the world. Or simply far enough away that I am unlikely to ever find them again. Today the original stylist I was booked with had a death in the family and didn’t come to work. To me this sounded infinitely better than having died herself. So someone else had to volunteer to fit me in.
I was lucky enough to get the lady who had to rush off to a physiotherapy session in roughly half an hour. Miss Flying Scissors. She sat me down and told me she was going to put the FUN back into my hair. I had no idea until that moment that it was missing. Or possible to have in the first place.
Fastest hair cut and style of my life. My least favourite part where a hairdresser spritzes and sprays and texturizes and generally fusses forever was pretty much skipped. I was home in record time and able to enjoy the rest of my afternoon off. This included a two-hour nap and some serious bed head that’s a little scary.
Just for fun, and to compliment the fun that’s back in my hair, I googled names of hair salons. Here’s some of my favourites.
1. Curl Up and Dye
2. I’ll Cut You
3. The Hair Port
4. The Best Little Hair House
6. Anita Haircut
7. Great Head Hair Salon
8. British Hairways
9. The Last Strand
10. Grateful Head
I might go to any of those, but not the Ass Hair Salon or Hair Potato. I don’t think my hair could handle THAT much fun.