Thursday, October 22, 2009
Hairdresser Day
I love getting my hair cut. I love going to the hairdresser and telling her to go nuts, do whatever she would like with my hair - with rules.
1. I am a 35-year-old professional and as such, I require a haircut that fits the part.
2. I am a wash-and-go kind of girl. The haircut must be one that allows me to shower, brush and go.
It’s a rare hairdresser who will unleash her creativity with my hair, which is unfortunate as I like someone who confident enough to chop off my long hair and create a whole new look.
As I hate spending money on the hairdresser (and I really hate that I am forced to give a tip), my hair is quite long by the time I show up at a hairdresser’s.
And most hairdressers see that length and opt for a trim rather than a whole new look, in fear I am not really ready to see all my hair on the ground.
What I also enjoy about the hairdresser is having my hair washed and brushed. I love people playing with my hair; I find it so relaxing.
But for me, it always boils down to cost. I would rather spend $50 to $80 on almost anything else.
So for the second time in a year, I went to Sassoon Husband for my hair-cutting needs.
The price was right.
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Ugh, I dread going to the hairdresser. I do like having people play with my hair, but I hate trying to explain my hair to them. No one seems to understand my hair. I also hate the tip thing. It's ridiculous! Don't they get paid?? I never know what to give.
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