The other activity was just for me. Shalei, Tony's Significant Other, got her cosmetologist license several months ago and now works at an upscale salon. I decided I wanted to have her cut my hair, so a couple of weeks ago I called and made an appointment. I'm a walk-in-salon haircut type of gal who spends the absolute minimum amount of effort on my hair. I was a little nervous to be going to a full service place, but since I knew my stylist personally it was less intimidating.
The appointment was on Friday, right after the ball game. I was a little embarrassed to show up covered with sunscreen and sweat, but Shalei gave me a robe to put on over my clothes and brought over a style book. She had some ideas of what I should do, but when she started throwing around beautician terms like 'stacked', 'textured', and 'A-line' I explained I wanted something low maintenance. I haven't blow dried my hair in years, and had no desire to start now. She laughed and said we'd have fun.
The fun started with a shampoo and nice head massage. She used quite a few products on my hair, both before and after cutting, then blew it dry. When she was done I had a side part and wispy bangs. The back hair hugged the nape of my neck and had graduated layers. The front angled down so it was substantially longer. It was MUCH different than what I had when I walked in, but it looked great. I should have pulled out my camera right there for a photo; several hours later when I finally got around to it the hair was already a little windblown and droopy.
|Front. (I look tired, don't I?)|
After I washed and tried to fix my own hair Saturday morning I decided I preferred the bottom of my hair all one length. Saturday night Shalei met us for dinner and I told her that. On Sunday she brought over her scissors and took care of it. Talk about personal service!
Five years ago today: Snuff It