I actually got my hair cut
Oct. 5th, 2010 04:37 pmI ran errands today near the closest shopping center, and noticed that the local hair salon was offering sales and discount packages. And I realized I wanted to take a risk. I wanted to cut my hair. Not much, just a few inches, so it would still hang below my shoulders. I hadn't had my hair cut by a stylist in a very long time. I've been burned in the past. Stylists hadn't really listened to what I wanted. But I liked this place. Also, it was hard to pass up a discount package that included shampoo, deep conditioner, cut, blow dry, eyebrow wax, and one hair styling product.
The stylist was very sweet and she immediately asked me what I wanted in detail. I told her I wanted my hair trimmed completely even, straight across, no layers. So she shampooed my hair and applied a deep conditioner, and while the conditioner was sinking in, another woman waxed my eyebrows. The waxer did so amazingly well that I kept exclaiming over my eyebrows and gave her a big tip. She was able to completely match them, even with the uneven growth of my left eyebrow.
Then it was time for the trim. My stylist took her time, chatted with me about small things, and told me what she was doing every snip or so. She used a shine spray from a brand called It's A 10, and after reading the ingredients, I decided to buy that product as part of my discount package. It contains hemp oil, noni oil, red tea, argan oil, babassu oil, silk, and flower extracts. I told my stylist that red tea -- rooibos -- helps hair grow faster. We had a talk about the wonders of shea butter.
She took extra care in the blow-drying. When she was done, my hair looked and felt like silk. She had cut just over four inches off. It is officially the shortest it's been since 2005, but it's still longer than shoulder-length, which satisfied and pleased me. It feels weird and funny and fascinating, to have hair that doesn't touch the small of my back.
I know, I know, life is hard, whine whine whine haircut, my hair is shorter woe.
It's going to rain again, probably tonight. My knees and hips are throbbing. I am surprised and impressed that I don't have a headache. I'm going to finish writing this scene in my book, then read a bit more of one of the many new books I need to finish reading.
The stylist was very sweet and she immediately asked me what I wanted in detail. I told her I wanted my hair trimmed completely even, straight across, no layers. So she shampooed my hair and applied a deep conditioner, and while the conditioner was sinking in, another woman waxed my eyebrows. The waxer did so amazingly well that I kept exclaiming over my eyebrows and gave her a big tip. She was able to completely match them, even with the uneven growth of my left eyebrow.
Then it was time for the trim. My stylist took her time, chatted with me about small things, and told me what she was doing every snip or so. She used a shine spray from a brand called It's A 10, and after reading the ingredients, I decided to buy that product as part of my discount package. It contains hemp oil, noni oil, red tea, argan oil, babassu oil, silk, and flower extracts. I told my stylist that red tea -- rooibos -- helps hair grow faster. We had a talk about the wonders of shea butter.
She took extra care in the blow-drying. When she was done, my hair looked and felt like silk. She had cut just over four inches off. It is officially the shortest it's been since 2005, but it's still longer than shoulder-length, which satisfied and pleased me. It feels weird and funny and fascinating, to have hair that doesn't touch the small of my back.
I know, I know, life is hard, whine whine whine haircut, my hair is shorter woe.
It's going to rain again, probably tonight. My knees and hips are throbbing. I am surprised and impressed that I don't have a headache. I'm going to finish writing this scene in my book, then read a bit more of one of the many new books I need to finish reading.