First off, I need to tell you guys something – I think that when it comes to my appearance and how long it takes for me to get ready in the morning, I am one of the most low-maintenance people on this planet. Other than men. I don’t even own a hairbrush. (Then again, I have really short hair, so I don’t really need one.)
I have also made the (foolish) claim that it is impossible for me to get a bad haircut. Sure … my hair is short and as long as it’s cut a certain length, I can work wonders with what I have. If it gets too long, I start looking like some 1970s reject and because I do need to get regular haircuts, I haven’t bothered to find myself a “regular” stylist, since I lost track of one beloved stylist who switched hair salons like most people switch jackets. I have been happy to frequent places like Fantastic Sam’s, Great Clips and Cost Cutters. I’ve been able to get cheap and easy haircuts from a plethora of strangers.
That was before December 23, 2010. OK – so it wasn’t a smart move to wait the day before a holiday to get my hair cut. I went to one of the aforementioned salons and shared elbow room with a number of frazzled looking men who were trying to get their hair cut, as well as their sons’ hair cut before family photos. I waited about a half hour for my turn at the chair and as I took off my glasses, I settled in for what I was sure to be another mediocre experience getting my hair trimmed. Here’s the thing though – I’m basically blind when I do not have my glasses on, so while I kept hearing the constant snip of the scissors around my gourd, I couldn’t gauge what the end result was going to be.
Until it was too late … remember how I said that if my hair is too long I look like a 70s reject? Well, if it’s too short, I look like a woman trying desparately to look like a man. And trust me … I think Chaz Bono made a really decent transition between being a woman to becoming a man, but I don’t want to look like a guy! I don’t necessarily want to look cute like Michelle Williams, but I want to be able to style my hair every morning and not cringe at the end result.
After consulting with my stylin’ co-workers and balking at how much they tend to pay for haircuts, I took matters into my own hands. (And I should note … these women are all really incredibly professional and are in sales and tend to have to show up in front of clients on a semi-regular basis, so I can understand why they pay $50 for haircuts. But this is me and I can buy a LOT of things with $50. Cheap wine and good beer notwithstanding.) I called a local salon here in Rochester that I’ve frequented on occasion and I made a haircut with one of their “level one” stylists. (They have different levels of stylists from one to nine. One is the cheapest, nine is for those folks who likely have a lot more hair than I do and have money to burn, like I do not.)
Yesterday, I spent $30 ($24 for the haircut and $6 tip … I need to research and make sure that I didn’t rip my lovely stylist off entirely … I told you that I’m inept at these things …), met a wonderful stylist named Brittany who all but held my hand when I told her about my Dec. 23 trauma and gave me one of the best haircuts I’ve ever received. Pretty impressive for someone who doesn’t look old enough to drink and had a single glittery highlight in her chestnut brown hair. And when it was all over, I booked another appointment four weeks from now to get another haircut with her. As I told my husband, this was akin to marriage for me.
At the rate that I’m going, I will spend over $300 this year on haircuts. (That number makes me want to weep, throw up a little in my mouth and cringe at the same time.) And I’ve just consulted with my husband because $300 is the equivalent of one month’s worth of college tuition payments, about two months of utilities (gas and electric) and one fourth of what I think it might cost to replace the carpeting in my kitchen with laminate flooring. Damn … that’s a lot of money. Then again, it’s also the amount of money that I’ve already made in freelance and consultant work this year. So maybe July will find me rethinking my new love affair with Brittany, but for right now – I’m loving my new haircut.
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