A Bad Hair Day

~ Laura

Every woman knows that a hairdresser is like a good bra. When you find the right one, you stick with it.

Now that I’ve moved, my old hairdresser is just too far away. I need a replacement. Last week, I drove around looking for a salon without grannies in curlers and without $7.99 specials and settled on one. They set up an appointment with Lenny.

Dressed in black with arm tattoos, Lenny clucked at me for my shoulder length hair. It should be at least four inches longer. Much more glamorous. I tried to explain to him my Tina Fey look and the two kids and work and all, but he wasn’t interested in my life style. I walked out of there with hair that should really accompany a set of fake boobs. It was flat ironed straight and angled along the side, so that I can’t see. There is a mop of hair in front of my eyes.

Which would explain what happened next. After a trip to Starbucks, Ian and I were strolling down the block of a neighboring town wasting time until we had to pick up Jonah from the bus. As we passed a fancy stationery store, a store clerk beckoned us in to show us a toy. I guess it was a slow day. Ian bent down to watch the car and then abruptly picked up a Christmas ornament on a nearby table, shouted “ball,” and shattered it on the ground. A $30 ornament.

How did I let this happen? Not only did he move extremely fast, but I was having trouble seeing him because of Lenny’s extreme hair make-over. Lenny is going to get the bill for that.

Published by Laura

8 thoughts on “A Bad Hair Day”

  1. Don’t you know that you should always check with your blog friends when making an important move like picking a new hairdresser?
    The ONLY way to choose a hairdresser when you move to a new place is to ask people whose hair you like and can relate to where they get their hair done.
    Even if they are total strangers — they are always going to find it flattering.

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  2. I stopped going to hairdressers when one of them left me surrounded by four inch pieces of hair on the floor despite promising that she would only take off an inch.
    These days, my friend La trims my hair, which is all one length and falls below my waist. It takes about five minutes to level things up and I get it done once or twice a year.
    On the infrequent occasions when I have to look nice (going to the opera, going out to ritzy dinners, etc.) I put my hair up in a braided bun-like-thing which looks classy, doesn’t take much effort, and is sturdy enough to withstand a direct missile hit. Humidity, rain, wind — I laugh at these things with my dress-up hair.
    It’s going white these days, and I recently had a discussion with my mother about that. She wanted to know what I intended to *do* about my hair going white. I told her I was planning on letting it. She was not very enthusiastic or supportive. *sigh*

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  4. One big problem with Allison’s strategy: what if you move someplace where no one has good hair? You’re close enough to major civilization that it shouldn’t happen, but, trust me, it can… In six years, I’ve seen exactly one stranger whom I asked. I got a haircut at the place she recommended, and it was extremely bad.
    It seems like stylists around here are actually trained differently. They don’t take as long as they should putting in layers, they don’t stop to compare locks often enough, and it shows. No precision. But maybe there are market forces at work: if someone’s talented, I’m sure they can make a lot more money on the coasts.
    There are an awful lot of people in my tiny, not apparently appearance-obsessed (although, of course, as snobbish as any academic setting) town who get most of their haircuts when travelling. An awful lot.

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