Haircuts and husband being strange...continued...
04.10.06 (11:55 pm) [edit]
I woke up this morning with a sore back; husband had been hugging me all night. I thought I was being suffocated, but apparently I was only being ‘loved'. Mmmmmmm....
He is still talking ‘supportive' and ‘lovely' its making me freak...I will get to the bottom of this. I will probably open a letter and find out he owes £70,0000 in some gambling debt, or open the cupboard and find a dead woman in there, some woman he has killed in a strange sexual accident...who knows...he must be behaving this weird for some reason other than ‘love'. Who knows?
Meanwhile my hair is horrid and putting up such a fight lately, it had overgrown and became unmanageable so I decided to go to the hair stylist and get a compete overhaul. My hair is so black as I have been dyeing it myself in between salon visits and I have no real idea how to do it properly.
I have realised that it needs to go lighter, but slowly, I can't really go blonde over night! Well I don't want to go blonde actually as I have been dark all my life...but as we get older we woman all go blonde eventually!
So there I was sitting in a fancy hair salon in Glasgow's West End. This was the first time I had been to this hair stylist.
It was very smart and well furnished; the girl who took my coat introduced herself and shook my hand (like I was meeting my bank manager).
Then I met the stylist, who also shook my hand as did the girl who was washing my hair! It was like being at a meet and greet!
The woman who was going to ‘do my hair' came over, felt a lock of my hair, berated me for dyeing it at home, was disgusted at the amount of ‘colour on colour' that my hair had been through (like my hair was a child whom I had abused...deliberately), she then got another girl over to mock the dryness and stressed look of my ‘ends', she then asked me how often I ‘dyed it at home' (she says this accusingly in the same way a social worker would say "How often do you beat Tommy with a sharp stick?").
After I confessed to the horrible desperate habit of home dyeing, she then proceeded to give me a menu of what she was going to do to my head, it included ‘foil lights' a ‘colour bath' a ‘colour treatment' and a ‘sharp cut all over'. I nodded and let her get on with it all.
Three hours later I have a shapely well groomed head of dark but with all over highlights- shiny healthy hair. I have promised never to home colour and will make sure I go back every month to get my roots done and a treatment.
She was a professional bully, but fucking good at her job.
On the way out I shook hands with the cleaner; she was surprised, but smiled.
Husband loves my hair, he hugged me when I came home and told me he likes my colour. I want to hit him with a sharp stick, where the man who laughed at my hair cuts and slagged me off for spending so much at a salon?
He is still talking ‘supportive' and ‘lovely' its making me freak...I will get to the bottom of this. I will probably open a letter and find out he owes £70,0000 in some gambling debt, or open the cupboard and find a dead woman in there, some woman he has killed in a strange sexual accident...who knows...he must be behaving this weird for some reason other than ‘love'. Who knows?
Meanwhile my hair is horrid and putting up such a fight lately, it had overgrown and became unmanageable so I decided to go to the hair stylist and get a compete overhaul. My hair is so black as I have been dyeing it myself in between salon visits and I have no real idea how to do it properly.
I have realised that it needs to go lighter, but slowly, I can't really go blonde over night! Well I don't want to go blonde actually as I have been dark all my life...but as we get older we woman all go blonde eventually!
So there I was sitting in a fancy hair salon in Glasgow's West End. This was the first time I had been to this hair stylist.
It was very smart and well furnished; the girl who took my coat introduced herself and shook my hand (like I was meeting my bank manager).
Then I met the stylist, who also shook my hand as did the girl who was washing my hair! It was like being at a meet and greet!
The woman who was going to ‘do my hair' came over, felt a lock of my hair, berated me for dyeing it at home, was disgusted at the amount of ‘colour on colour' that my hair had been through (like my hair was a child whom I had abused...deliberately), she then got another girl over to mock the dryness and stressed look of my ‘ends', she then asked me how often I ‘dyed it at home' (she says this accusingly in the same way a social worker would say "How often do you beat Tommy with a sharp stick?").
After I confessed to the horrible desperate habit of home dyeing, she then proceeded to give me a menu of what she was going to do to my head, it included ‘foil lights' a ‘colour bath' a ‘colour treatment' and a ‘sharp cut all over'. I nodded and let her get on with it all.
Three hours later I have a shapely well groomed head of dark but with all over highlights- shiny healthy hair. I have promised never to home colour and will make sure I go back every month to get my roots done and a treatment.
She was a professional bully, but fucking good at her job.
On the way out I shook hands with the cleaner; she was surprised, but smiled.
Husband loves my hair, he hugged me when I came home and told me he likes my colour. I want to hit him with a sharp stick, where the man who laughed at my hair cuts and slagged me off for spending so much at a salon?
posted by: scubadiva (reply)
post date: 04.11.06 (5:04 pm)
Sassy, my formerly long-haired cat wanted me to tell you that you should be thankful that you didn't get styled by me. You see, she had an appt with moi over the weekend and now she looks like she has mange.
Hubby won't complain about the cost of the beauty regime if you try this next time: buy a pair of ridiculously expensive and sexy shoes to go along with the new 'do. Then greet him wearing the heels and the new hairdo. All will be forgotten. Although the effectiveness of this technique using flats is not as successful...
And I wholeheartedly admit that I do my own color, highlights and lowlights. I've had so many horror stories with colorists, I'd rather risk f'ing it up on my own...
BTW - your hair looks MAH-VELL-OUS today.
posted by: bronwynj (reply)
post date: 04.13.06 (9:10 pm)
Great hair news, Janey! Yes, I knew that we need to go lighter as we get older, because it suits our aging faces better! Isn't that awful, but it's the truth? Do you know, I haven't had split ends for years! Wanna know my secret?