Mom Talk

I set out to get my hair cut today. I switched to a new hairdresser several months ago. She’s a new friend who also happens to do hair and she offered to cut me a deal so I jumped in! I had never before had my hair professionally colored so the whole two-process foil thing was a real treat for me. This is the fourth time she’s cut my hair (third time for color) and last time I asked for something more drastic and didn’t really get it.

This time, I was in a hurry because my daughter had violin lessons at 4:00 p.m. My cut/color/brow appointment was at 2:00 p.m. so we were cutting it close anyway. She colored my hair (a lovely shade for fall, I love it!) and cut it and I dashed out the door, vowing to be back after lessons for the brows. As I looked at my hair in the rearview mirror (wow, that’s not safe) I realized that it looked the exact same as last time and I really wanted more layers on top and just a more drastic angle. As I sat through my daughter’s lesson I worked up the nerve to tell her so. It seems when the stylist is a friend, it’s even harder to tell them that your hair is not exactly what you wanted.

We returned to the salon and she did my eyebrows, rescuing me from animal control, and then I tenatively broached the subject of my hair. She was so nice about it! She said if I could wait about 20 minutes until after her next appointment, she would put in more layers and texture the top. She did that, then asked me what I thought and I said it still wasn’t exactly what I was looking for. She cut some more and finally it was perfect! In discussing all this, she and I discovered that the problem was two-fold. I have trouble translating what I see in my head into words. Also, the first time she cut my hair, I was very adamant about her not getting it too short so she was still a little gun-shy. All in all, I love my new do and she’s still my friend! We’ll call it a good day.

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