Newly shorn.
The haircut went well enough. I’m feeling lighter at least. I’ve basically recovered from the inevitable depression that goes along with walking into a salon. You know the one where you spend way too much time trying to decide what to wear and you walk in feeling oh so last year. Only to leave feeling like your clothes are completely outclassed by your new do that you don’t have a hope or prayer of reproducing in two days when you finally relent to washing it out? Yeah… that one! I went to an Aveda salon hoping to get the best treatment. (Not to mention the best chance at not having my hair completely trashed by some razor happy teenager) SHOCK… when I didn’t get the massage that I’m used to getting with my haircut. Evidently, it isn’t a requirement any longer for concept salons. Bummer. Now I have no excuse–off to find a massage therapist. A person undoubtedly needs a massage after enduring the stress of a 90 minute haircut only to be berated by their own reflection in the glass door! S i g h.
I don’t know about the rest of you… but I abhor finding “new” anything. Breaking in new doctors, dentists, hairstylists– is such hard work. And while I’m the paying customer I can’t help but feel like I’m the one interviewing for a job. Go figure. However, these things need to be done once in awhile. Too bad stylist shopping isn�t as enjoyable as shoe shopping. But then, few things in this world are!
