- am wearing a sideways Bump-it
- have an aggressive head tumour
- am sprouting horns
- have purposefully flattened and parted it for my best Gomez Adams impression
Should I have something really important like a job interview, I can pretty much count on rocking something closer to the Donald Trump or even Don King look.
Without Groupon, I never would have considered going to that nice, trendy salon that was practically in the city. It was all decorated in black and white, with lots of angles and flattering lighting. It’s obviously for people who are extremely sophisticated – like those types who accessorize and dress differently according to what season it is. (Even though they’re going to be too hot in those sweaters.)
But – it was only going to cost me a fraction of the price of the normal fancy salon haircut, and since my nest emptied I’ve been trying to care about “me time”, so why not live a little and be adventurous? I went in and sat in the chair and the chic girl looked up from her texting and with a thick, exotic accent spoke to me, while trying to hide her disappointment.
“What are we going to do today?”
Then I muttered a bunch of incoherent things about
“It’s too long at the back …. but I don’t like it when the back gets the clippers on it because then it’s boy hair.”
“I don’t really like bangs, but I really hate my forehead, and headbands are out so leave it long…”
Yadayadayada …. And then I ended my speech with my signature, “It’s only hair” tagline, that used to go over so well at First Choice.
The whole time, I was admiring her cute fashionable outfit and her long locks (which I now understand were extensions). Anyway, I hated for her to have such a boring customer, and I just got completely swept up by the pounding dance tunes and complimentary trick mirrors – and when she started talking about doing something “funky” I agreed wholeheartedly. Bring it. I’m all about the “funk”. I’m practically Grand Funk Railroad.
When she was finished I looked pretty decent – old boyfriend decent even, with my dramatic, Twiggy-esque “statement” hair, all carefully “messy” and with dramatic sideburn things. Luckily I had a date with hubby and some manual labour – I struck quite an impressive figure in my hard hat as I helped him drag and chip brush.
But … in the cold light of the next day, when the glow of funky chic had worn off, I had to deal with it myself. It became evident that what “funky” really amounted to, was her cutting all the hair away from around my ears. Equally problematic, my ongoing funkiness was going to be directly dependent on me having to do stuff that I don’t know how to do. Like use products … and pull my hair into dramatic “wisps” onto my face. After working on it for half an hour, I had moved away from resembling high fashion Twiggy-esque model, and settled on a look that was closer to be “Sad elf with huge hairless arcs above ears” .
That was about 8 weeks ago. It gradually morphed from sad elf to Donald Trump.
Now comes the hard part – going back to my usual hair dresser like nothing ever happened. I already have a reputation as a problem client, who takes in pictures of cute haircuts that I want to her to give me, that are virtually impossible for me to have.
“Yeah, that’s cute – but that wouldn’t work on you. Your hair is too thin/short/long/patchy/thick/cowlicky”… the list is endless.
Now that I cheated on her with Groupon, I feel like I need to make an effort to be more faithful and lower maintenance. This time I’ll take in a picture of Donald. And maybe a promise ring.
Now I see what you’re talking about. The resemblance to Donald is striking. It gives you character. If everyone looked the same, how boring would that be? Plus, comparison is the thief of joy, so I’ve heard, and I don’t remember where.
Funny story.
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Really? Comparison is the thief of joy? That’s a great saying. Wonder who wrote it. Wish I was that person. PS I have another really funny story about my sister at the hair dressers. But I’m saving it.
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Your lucky you have a regular hairdresser!! Wish I had mine back!!! Hope you treat her right from now on, no cheating!!!! I love that ‘regular’ hairdressers tell us emphatic ‘No’s’ when we ask for what we think we want. New ones and coupon ones just use us for hair experiments!
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You’re right – someday I’ll learn that you get what you pay for!
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It took me years, YEARS, to get rid of my “poof” (bang area) as my daughter called it. She begged me to tame the hair hump. Finally did. With the help of my most artfully patient hairdresser goddess, I did. I also, allowed myself to go gray. I can’t tell you the added breath of freedom those 2 things gave me! I also, gained a new respect from my daughter. Love your blog!
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Thanks – that gives me hope that this look is temporary! Thanks for the kind words!
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