5/12/2010

While I was working as a receptionist at a chic trendy salon about a year ago, I decided to let them cut all of my hair off. And I mean SHORT. They needed a hair model for a new cut they were learning how to do so I said, "What the heck, I'll do it". I had cut my hair equally short about 3 months prior to this event and I was indecisive if I should continue to let it grow out or not. I had never had the same style she had given me, I felt like a completely different person. I have to say that I liked it a lot until they began bleaching it. I was crying like a little baby in the salon. I felt like a cancer patient going through therapy. I was in the process of quitting smoking too so that made the situation even more bizarre. I entered the salon with a black bob and left the salon a short strawberry blonde. Realizing a month later that the salon wanted me to keep coming in to get it cut, I was a bit unhappy finding out that the price of the stylists cut was around $60 dollars. For the past year I've been cutting it myself and experimenting with different colors of hair dye trying to decide what color suits my skin tone best. I've come to the conclusion that I find my profile too repulsive for short hair. With this in mind, I've decided to let my hair grow. To make this an easier process... I've had hair extensions put it. And I love it! I went to three different beauty supply stores looking for the right shade, thinking I could have them sewn in. The first shop I went to was highly awkward and it made me miss my best friend terribly. I could hear her burst into laughter as soon as I entered the shop. I was overwhelmed with so much hair around me. It was almost like a museum. I had no clue what to get so I asked the guy at the counter for help. He was a nice man who tried to up sale me the more expensive hair. Being too indecisive, and thinking that I was going to have to buy 6 packs of at at $20 each I left. As soon as I got into my car I took off my red lipstick. The second shop I went to was even more overwhelming. Everything was in boxes on the floor. All different shades and sizes, there was a lady sorting at all but she wasn't much help. Again, I went to the counter and the man didn't have a shade to match my color. I left and drove across town to a larger beauty supply shop. I soon as I walked in I smelled vomit. Smelled vomit bad. Real bad. They had just about the same hair. But more wigs at this place. Which almost made me decide to just go ahead and get one of those instead. I could only bare the smell for about ten minutes, it was lingering bad... in the back of my mind I was thinking INCENSE, BURN INCENSE! All the other shops had it!! Again I left frustrated and called a professional I met while working at the salon. I ended up meeting her at her new studio space and she put them in for me. She matched the color perfectly. I wonder how long they will stay in.