Tuesday, December 13, 2016

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.

11 comments:

  1. I love how you skipped the leftovers and went out to eat because you're hair was too nice. Brilliant!

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    1. Gotta grab opportunities when they fall into your lap :-)

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  2. NICE. A good blow out and top notch products can do wonders, huh?

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  3. p.s. I find a good curling iron on a low setting really tames the gray/white/silver hair. Don't want it too hot; heat/sun is what can yellow it. ;)

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  4. Absolute heaven. And I'm with you on the "my hair never looks the same as it does fresh from the salon" front. Mine never does either. I can stretch it to three days and then I have to wash it and poof! Normal, everyday hair.

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    1. Wow! You can go three days? I must sleep hard, because when I woke up this morning my hair wasn't fit for anything other than going to the gym.

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  5. Good for you to take advantage of "fresh from the salon" hair to go out to dinner with your husband. That is an occasion worth celebrating!

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    1. And in the middle of 'life' we don't get enough chances to celebrate.

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