I know you all love my hair salon stories (don't look for that other one - I deleted it! But it was an enjoyable read!) Here's a new one from this past weekend - just imagine Small town girl goes to Big City Salon....
Last weekend we went to my favorite city of Dallas. I decided that I would like to go to a BIG CITY salon for my color. I called the salon and told the man that I wanted a color, but just highlights - he asked, "full head or half head?" "Full head of course!" What did he think I was doing, coming in to just get the left side of my hair colored or just the front? I mean where does half of your head end?
The next day I walked in the salon only to be ushered to a small room with a mirror, a row of hangers, and a lock on the door. The girl asked me if I wanted something to drink and disappeared. But...wait...what am I doing here? It's too late, she's gone!
I look around. Obviously I am suppose to remove some articles of clothing and hang them on the hangers. But just what articles? Did I walk into a doctors office or a salon? Who ever heard of disrobing at a salon, unless you get a massage. Wait, do they think I'm here for a massage? Well, who knows, I better get a move on - I've sat here stunned for a minute or two already.
So, being the tactful person that I am I decided to investigate. On some hangers were articles of clothing from other women. This will give me the answers that I need! Ahhhh....shirts, sweaters, jackets... looks like I just need to disrobe partially at the top...that's a relief! There are also some black smocks....nothing like the "capes" that always choke me - but a pretty wrap around black smock with a v-neck and a tie at the waist. It was at that moment that I wished I had worn black heels with my jeans because in fact, that would have made a very cute outfit! Black smock, jeans, black heels ... very cute indeed!
Finally, I opened the door, only to be greeted by my very perky new friend who was holding my water while waiting on me (and probably wondering what in the world was taking me so long!) She took me to another room that had a little silver tray next to my chair. On that tray were all the utensils that my stylist would need. (No rummaging around in drawers saying...WHERE IS MY BRUSH? What did I do with those clips??) No, again, I had the feeling I was at a doctors office - only more posh and with friendlier faces.
My stylist came to greet me (right on time I might add!) She was dressed so cute that I immediately took note of her entire outfit and memorized it so the next time I went to the mall I could copy her! (Black sweater dress, gray tights, black knee high boots with no heel). She again asked me about the full head vs half head - and in fact I only needed half head highlights - go figure! (Don't ask me what half head means - I still don't understand!) I asked if she had time to give me a cut too - but come to find out there are people in this world who only do color! Imagine that!
She colored my hair while telling me all the great places to eat in Dallas. I was furiously typing all the names into the notepad on my phone. When she finished, she took me over for some heat.
OHHHHHHHHHH! I HATE the heaters. You know the ones that come down over your head - like you saw your grandma sitting under over 30 years ago - yes, THOSE heaters. Well, there was NOTHING that resembled them. Instead, there was an area of the salon with comfortable chairs and what looked like red heat lights installed in cute little lamps over head. Instead of feeling like I was being blasted with scorching radiation that left my eyes dry and red - I felt like I was on some warm beach somewhere -- ahhhh! What? It's over already... well, okay!
I was then taken to the sinks. Ahhhh the sinks...there was no dangling head with water dripping down my back. It felt like my head was on a flat surface - which I discovered was a sink pillow. (I had to stop and check it out as I walked away.) Why didn't I think of that??? What a cool invention.
My colorist found a "cutter" who could fit me in. She was equally cute in her super chic dress with a belt and her asymetrical long hair. She was just as charming as the colorist and in fact had to spend quite a bit of time fixing my last cut - but NEVER bashed the last person who cut my hair. How refreshig!!
At this point I have decided that I am going all out next time I go this salon. I'm thinking a dress and heels - because I felt quite frumpy in my jeans - it's a good thing I had on such a stylish smock!! :)
2 hours later I left - paying not the cutter or colorist - but the receptionist! Wow - I didn't have to pull out my checkbook and write a check to my stylist as she stands over me analyzing my tip - and I even had a desk to lay the checkbook down on instead of writing with it propped up on my knee?? Who ever heard of such a thing??
I left feeling like I had just had an experience rather than a cut and style. Is this why people actually enjoy going to get their hair cut?? Sign me up for another!
(I know I promised stories from my birthday - but that will have to wait until tomorrow.)