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February 19, 2007

Lovely Beast

My hairdresser (or, well, The Lady Who Did My Hair) called today. I explained the choppiness of my cut. She was nice, mildly defensive, but it was mostly an undercurrant, or a fragmented. I don't really "do" black hair, and she'd have to see it... not that she doesn't believe me kind of thing, in order to permiss someone else to do it. The girl who could maybe do it instead of her was really booked today.

"OK," I told her. "Well I'll just come in sometime today to have someone look at it at least."

I think she was wanting me to wait, consult with her, have her confirm that someone else could do better maybe? I'm not sure. She wasn't rude about it, but she didn't place any urgency on it.

I again told her that I'd be in today and if she wasn't there, somebody would be and that a manager, someone would look at this head of hair. I think I told her that more for my own sake, though so that I wouldn't let the situation be pushed off anymore than it already had.

The ladies at the desk were nice. They said the Lady Who Did My Hair was not there, they didn't think.

"That's OK. I just want someone to look at it. Manager, whatever."

A woman came out, dye bottle in one gloved hand. I had to look at her for a bit to discern if it was The Lady Who Did My Hair and finally decided it was not. She eyed up my hair. I turned so she could see the back (looks much better from the front). She ran her ungloved hand through it, making comments. Horror did not register in her face, but then that would have probably been unprofessional of her anyway, being that it was her colleague that had done the deed.

"I'm not picky, I just don't want to look like a toddler took to my head, you know?"

She booked me in for Wednesday, said they would not charge me. Shook my hand. The receptionist handed my my reminder card telling me that I was in "good hands" and that this lady had 17 years of experience cutting all and every type of hair; she was excellent. I hope so. It takes special skill to cut hair like this. It takes someone even more talented, though, to fix and already botched hair job on someone with hair like this. Know what I mean?

Anyway. Pictures on Wednesday.

After all of that brutally hard work, I called downtown to Paisans and ordered up a Porta salad.

Salads A la Carte and large salads are served with french or hot sourdough bread and butter. Dressing choices: French, French Blue, Blue, Italian, Buttermilk, Thousand Island, Fat-Free French or Low-Fat Yogurt-Basil.

Porta
Cold, crisp lettuce topped with ham, salami, garbanzo beans, green peppers, Mozzarella and Cheddar cheeses.

I get anchovies on mine. And the Thousand Island dressing. I walked in the door, gave the dude behind the counter my name and order. "Sure thing," He said, digging under the counter. "Love. Your. Hair."

And I. Love. You. For complimenting a momma when she's at her worst. Will you be my friend? My mind, always going before my mouth, wanted me to sputter out, Girl, you don't even know the half of it (turn around so he can see the damage from behind, watch him gasp in horror, suck his teeth do a small head roll as I tell my story)... But I didn't. I smiled and said thank you, wished him a bright and beautiful day, bla bla and walked out with one thing on my mind: devouring the lovely beast in the brown bag.



Comments

That salad looks delish! I love anchovies and my whole family thinks I'am discusting for eating them.They just don't know what they are missing!

Posted by: Irene | February 19, 2007 3:09 PM

Hi! Great post! I hate having to do anything with my hair, but I don't have to nerve to go commando like Brittney - LOL

So nice to meet new people (here through MyBlogLog)

Best wishes to you!

Posted by: Marti | February 19, 2007 3:42 PM

So did you walk out backwards? So that he wouldn't witness the horror?

Posted by: karly | February 19, 2007 9:13 PM

Okay - I've spent WAY to much time lately thinking about your hair! Maybe it's because I keep obsessing about my own, too, so it's comforting to know I am not the only one having a hard time. Unlike you, I have straight-as-a-stick very fine, crazy static, winter hair. Sigh. This time of year really does a number on my head. Can't wait to see the new "do!"

Posted by: Melissa R. Garrett | February 21, 2007 6:36 PM

That salad looks so yummy I'm drooling on my keyboard here. Good look with your hair cut, curly hair can be such a stressful endeavor when it comes to finding a stylist- I've avoided getting mine cut for way too many years now just because I'm too lazy to try to find the perfect hairdresser man.

Posted by: Yolanda | February 21, 2007 10:34 PM