Good Hair Day

Today I had the opportunity to have my hair washed and styled at a fancy hair salon. I immediately agreed.

(I don't spend a lot of money or time on my hair and its upkeep.  I get cuts at chain salons where you don't need an appointment and can get in and out quickly.  Each morning I wash my hair when I shower, then (usually) use a little styling lotion before I comb through it, then (usually) come downstairs and get busy, forgetting all about my hair until it's dried. And then I wonder why it doesn't look good. Left to its own devices my hair is pretty frizzy, which has only gotten worse as more and more grey creeps in. The right side usually turns under nicely, but on the left there's a strange cowlick that makes the ends poof out.)

My salon appointment was for 10:00. When I walked up to the front desk one of the women standing there asked my name, then introduced herself as the stylist's assistant. She walked me back to a station, asked if I'd like a drink, and offered to hang up my coat. When she returned we went back to the shampoo area, where I received a first-class wash and scalp rub, followed by an application of conditioner and aromatherapy oil and an additional scalp massage. Everything got rinsed out, my hair was towel dried, and we walked back to the station where the stylist greeted me.

The stylist applied a hair primer and a strengthener, then used a big blow dryer to remove most of the moisture from my hair. Next she used a round brush to style everything. After the styling was completed she used three different hair sprays (one for shine, one for volume, and one to hold everything in place). At the end she handed me a mirror and asked what I thought.  My first thought was WOW! I barely recognized the sleek strands that framed my face. The stylist walked me to the front desk where I took care of the payment part. Before she left she thanked me for coming and and said she hoped I'd come back again.

For the rest of the day I did a double take every time I saw my reflection.  My hair looked so good I didn't want to waste it.  Instead of reheating of last night's leftovers I took Hubby Tony out for dinner at a nearby restaurant.  I have no desire to spend the money, time, and effort to recreate the hairstyle, so tomorrow it will go back to normal. It's nice to know that I could have good hair if I wanted to, though.