Part of moving is finding all the new places: doctors, dentists, hair salons. I basically chose a doctor’s office at random; we’re rarely sick so I’m not that picky. (We’ve already been to the doctor twice, though. Abby needed a referral and Ben put a bead deep in his ear. And actually the doctor’s office messed up the insurance claims for both. So much for random choices.)
But for a hair salon, you need a recommendation. So one day after church I asked the woman I’d been chatting with if she could recommend a stylist. She gave me a name and number, and I made an appointment for a cut and color for me, and a cut for Abby. We went yesterday.
The lady was very nice, and her prices were extremely reasonable. But it didn’t go well.
Abby’s cut was…okay. She showed the stylist a picture of a short cut styled with light waves. The stylist straightened Abby’s hair and repeatedly suggested that Abby could curl it at home to get those waves. Neither of us understood why she didn’t curl it herself. But whatever.
Me, on the other hand. My color turned out fine. My cut did not.
I mean, it’s not terrible. I had several inches taken off, because it’s so dry up here and I felt like I needed to lose some dead length.
But she obviously didn’t know how to cut curly hair. When she styled it, she couldn’t get it to curl. Like, at all. I got nervous. Then she decided to straighten it. I hate having my hair straightened.
It was a little better after I did it myself, curly, but the ends are still too thick.
Also? Those little pieces sticking out underneath? I specifically told her that those pieces would stick out if she didn’t cut them shorter. No stylist ever believes me the first time I tell them that.
Curly hair has a mind of its own. It will mess with you.
She did say that if I had any trouble with it, I could call her and she’d fix it. Why do they always say that? You messed up my cut. You don’t get to cut my hair again.
And now I need another recommendation for a stylist. I guess I’ll ask someone with curly hair this time.