Friday, May 3, 2013

Rapunzel, Rapunzel

Today I'm here to confess that it has been over a year since I cut my hair. I know, it's enough to make some of my readers pass out in horror.

I am not a hair whore and don't do much to it.  I wash it, I sometimes dry it, I try not to be mean to it.  And most days, it just looks ho-hum.  I don't use products to do stuff to it because I have that hair that just looks greasy instead of great when I put stuff in it.  I don't use conditioner very much because my hair doesn't really need it.

I refuse to color it and the whites are overtaking the browns and blonds, so pretty soon, I won't even need to highlight because I will be one walking highlight.

I usually wash it every other day, after learning that I can wash my bangs every day but leave the rest alone.  It looks better that way.

Last February, yes over one year ago, I cut it and gave my ponytail to Pantene for their wig making project.  You can send less than with the Locks for Love program, so I chose that.

I liked my haircut a lot.  Shorter hair really suits me, I think.  It looks springier, I look healthier and happier, and I should really just keep it short.  My rule is that I have to be able to put it in a ponytail, however small, when I work out.  I cannot have my hair fall toward my face at all when I am hot and sweaty.

But, there's always a piece of me that says maybe this time, I can grow it long enough that it will look smashing and it won't fall in my face and it won't bother me.  This time, maybe it'll be so pretty, people stop me on the street. 

Thus the 14+ months since my last cut.

In February, it looked like this:

I had sort of had it and decided to call the woman who had cut my hair at the cutathon.  She never did follow through with that lia sophia party, so I should have seen the writing on the wall.  I liked the way it was cut, though, and my former hair dresser moved and didn't tell me, so I thought I'd go with the new one.

It took me a while to find her because she was doing that cutathon at someone else's salon.  I did some sleuthing and found her and she was appalled that I thought I could call and get an appointment that very week.  The first thing she had was April.

I wasn't sure I could survive 2 months but I did.  And then she rescheduled.  And then I rescheduled.  And then she rescheduled.

And I showed up at 5pm on Wednesday, ready to go.  I had been debating all day.  Would I just cut one inch and wait until the end of summer to cut it?  It is at a point where it almost doesn't fall in my face when I'm just standing.  Maybe I can deal with letting it grow a liiiiiiiitle longer.

I walked in, ready to have it cut.  I decided it was time to just get rid of the length and have a springy spring.  I had left my hair down all day to see what would happen and by 1pm I almost had the scissors in hand because it's just not for me.

In walked the hairdresser and she said "Are you here to get your hair cut?"


"Ummm, yes....".

"Oh, I gave away your appointment."

It seems that I never called her back to confirm.  Except she didn't say to, she said your new appointment is May 1 at 5.  And that was all.  So I stood there, incredulous and she kept saying she had no time, back to back colors, etc.

I said forget it and she was like oh let me see, I can squeeze you in tomorrow.

Nope.  It's fascinating that she could not squeeze me in at any time during February vacation like I asked, or before May 1, but when I was about to walk out the door, she could squeeze me in tomorrow.

So I walked out.  As I walked out the door, I noticed the $63 price for a cut and blowdry, I wasn't too sad.  $63????  For a pretty much straight cut?  I can't believe she let me walk out.  It must be nice to be so secure in your business that not only you put off a new customer for 3 months, but you let her just walk out when she was dumb enough to book without even asking the price!

And now I'm back to square 1.

I know, I'm supposed to ask people whose hair I love where they get theirs done.  And this is the problem.  I don't see too many styles I like.  And when I see a hairdresser whose ends are frighteningly fried or whose hair is just ridiculous, I want to run and hide.

I guess I'm just picky.

I'll be Crystal Gayle before I know it.

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  1. It's a real trip trying to find a hairdresser that treats you like a valued customer, cuts your hair the way YOU want, and doesn't charge an arm and a leg. Sometimes I think it'd be easier to find a yeti riding a unicorn.

  2. Maybe she was just saving you from yourself. Man I go back and forth. When my hair is long I want it short, when it's short I want to grow it out. The current condition of my hair is short. I have been growing out my bangs for some time and the length of my hair was driving me crazy with the process of my bangs growing out so on a whim at my last appointment I had my hair dresser cut it to bring the bangs and hair to the same length. Its at my jaw line.

    Your lucky you don't have high maintenance hair!

  3. I would have done what you did...walk on out. It's crazy town what they did.

    Popping in from Oh, Mrs. Tucker!

  4. Oh no! That's terrible customer service! I hope you find another hairdresser you like soon :)


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