whooaaaa we’re halfway there

I’ve heard from various sources that you’re supposed to get your hair trimmed every six weeks. This sounds nice and all, but I’ve always fancied it to be excessive, both in terms of maintenance and cost. Granted, I tend to let things go longer than I should, but usually get my hair cut maybe twice a year.

My most recent trim was back in September and I went to another salon on the main boulevard in my neighborhood. The one that I first went to last summer, the one that the husband feared would give me poofy bangs, was fine, but they seemed slightly put out that I was messing with the age curve.

So, in September I went to another place that served a slightly younger clientele and got a haircut that I wasn’t sure about at first, but turned out to be just fine. And it got me parting my hair slightly off-center, which, when I look back on 2009, will stand out as one of life’s big events. What Master’s degree? DID YOU SEE MY PART?!?!?

So, with my ends looking mighty unhealthy, I headed down to the same place on Saturday. I wanted to keep the little side bang, take off a few inches, and get some layers.

The haircut portion of my visit was fine and I addressed the de rigeur pitching of Redken products with aplomb.

When it came time to dry my hair, the stylist said, “Now, last time, we dried your hair straight. Could we try playing up your curl this time?” Eh, sure, go for it. I always have stylists dry it straight because it always looks so smooth and pretty, but change is good, right?

Well, 5 curl-defining products, a diffuser, and a curling iron later, I found myself staring at this:

The stylist, bless her heart, was so excited about the Bon Jovi masterpiece atop my head that when she asked me, “Do you like it?” I had to reply, “Yes, of course!” I normally wouldn’t endorse lying, but like I said, the cut was fine and this style would go away just fine. In the meantime, I just tried to stifle my laughter and wondered if I could find neon spandex pants at the thrift store.

When I walked into my house, the look on the husband’s face was one of horror mixed with whatever contortion happens when you try to stifle laughter. I couldn’t contain myself and cracked up.

It’s calmed down considerably since I washed it, but if you’re in need of a groupie for your 80s revival band, I’m available.

6 Responses to “whooaaaa we’re halfway there”

  1. furiousball Says:

    whoa wait a second, is that a pint of beer? 🙂
    .-= furiousball´s last blog ..Pig Stomach Night! =-.

  2. kdiddy Says:

    @furiousball, it’s a gigantic vodka and Red Bull. I was a tad distraught.

  3. kent Says:

    I always forget when i got to Utah for my mom’s family reunion to do a photo essay entitled “Mormon Women and their Hair.”

    But let me draw your attention to this masterpiece — my Uncle Steve’s daughters captured by a professional photographer some time in the mid ’90s:

    http://www.xtcian.com/WorsleyHair(bl).jpg

  4. Snarky Amber Says:

    @kent, That? Is friggin’ AWESOME.
    .-= Snarky Amber´s last blog ..Scary. =-.

  5. Snarky Amber Says:

    That’s pretty much exactly what my hair looks like when it meets a host of “curl-defining” products and a diffuser. The only way my natural curl/wave looks good is if I let it air dry with some sort of smoothing product in it.
    .-= Snarky Amber´s last blog ..Scary. =-.

  6. jess Says:

    well, since you live in pittsburgh, i can verify that you could actually find a pair of neon spandex pants at the thrift store on your way home. but omg the curls. what! why? one time a stylist did something crazy to my hair and said, in her bright shiny proud voice, “Do you Like it?” and i could only say, “It looks like a wig.”

    I’m glad you have more tact and social graces than I do.

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