I’m not much of a coffee drinker myself, but buy me a Pepsi Next, and I’ll talk to you about pretty much anything 😉
So the prompt for this month, is conversations with your hairdresser.
Initially I didn’t think I would be able join in, on account of never really having had in depth conversation with my hairdressers. They are always young and tell me about their crazy single life, which just makes me feel kind of old. It doesn’t inspire me to have a great big Deep and Meaningful.
There have been, however, some conversations I would rather have not had with hairdressers.
Any hair appointment, that has them looking intently at your scalp, and then pulling out a nit with a look of utter contempt and disgust, is not going to end well. Even when you launch into a giant explanation of how your kids have had them and you have been treating them every second day for the last 3 weeks and this one must have just been randomly thrown on to your hair sometime that morning.
That conversation, as well as being ridiculously embarrassing, will have you periodically wondering why you ever had children at all.
Or at least let them keep their hair.
Thankfully, she took a small amount of pity on me, and at least finished the colour, allthough the cut never happened.
And the colour wasn’t what we had talked about, but I could hardly expect her to fix it now could I?
Which comes to the next conversation you never want to have with your hairdresser.
Is this really the colour we discussed?
I’m sure it’s happened to you too. You’re sitting there, and you’ve agreed that a shade of red will add some colour and depth to your hair, but as you wait for them to return, you see that there is a giant streak close to luminance, taking residence front and centre of your fringe. You wonder if you should say something now or later or at all.
Maybe the zebra look is in this season.
You can only hope.
And then, there is my personal favourite.
How do you wear the fringe?
I’m fairly certain, that of the four years that person takes being an apprentice hairdresser, three years is spent on the fringe.
Or at least it should be, because so many of them can not get it right.
I’m the kind of person who needs a fringe, but I don’t want it too short, too full or too swept over. It has to have a graduated length, sweep to the left, and be just long enough that I don’t look dicky, and just short enough that my cow lick doesn’t kick in and make it do it’s own thing.
Really, how hard can it be?
You don’t want to know.
There have been far too many times where I have left with a fringe looking like this:
And then I usually end up doing this:
My last visit to the hairdresser, whilst not ending in complete disaster, did have them forget to cut it. Or rather forget to write down in the diary that I wanted a cut, which resulted in a rather uncomfortable conversation when asked if I’d like my hair blow dried.
“Well sure, you have to cut it don’t you?”
“Um….. We don’t actually have you booked in for a cut…… Sorry.”
So considering all the not great conversations I’ve had with hairdressers, I think I’d rather just stick to hearing about their crazy single life, and reading my trashy magazines.
Some conversations are just not worth having.
What conversation would you rather not have with your hairdresser?