So, I sat down to write a complaining blog about a recent trip to the salon, but I'd better start out with the positive news.
My youngest son has decided to return to college. He is re-enrolled and has an apartment. He just needs to firm up classes and get a job. Those of you who have listened to my worries on this topic, know it is a relief, or it will be once everything is settled and he moves to his apartment next Friday. Then we'll keep our fingers crossed until he completes the semester and earns passing grades.
Our other concerns, like whether my husband will keep his job as the newspaper reorganizes under its new owner, continue to hang over our heads, but we're feeling hopeful.
On to my hair debacle. I'm sitting here for an hour with a plastic bag over my head and a deep conditioner on my hair in an attempt to save it.
A week ago, I went to Aveda Nurtur to have my roots and highlights done. The hairdresser was new at the salon. She decided to do an all over color first. After she washed it, she did the highlights. The entire process took three hours, rather than the usual two hours. As I sat there, I got more and more fidgety. I had papers to grade and never got a big chunk of time to get them done as someone kept checking my hair or washing it or rinsing it.
When I finally finished the color process, another stylist dried my hair. As she laboriously pulled a round brush through my curly hair, trying to straighten it, I told her that a flat iron was really the only thing that took the curl out of my hair.
"Oh, I could do that, but it would cost an extra $10," the stylist said.
That pissed me off. Why shouldn't I leave the salon with my hair actually styled the way I want. I felt like I was on one of those airlines that charge extra for peanuts and seatbelts and carry-on bags.
I walked home from the salon and fixed it. That infuriated me, since I'd paid over $100 to have my hair done, coming home and to flatiron it myself felt ridiculous.
I thought about writing a note to the salon to complain, but as the days went past, I dropped it. Until I started noticing that the hair on my bangs and around my face that had been highlights were crinkly and breaking. The highlights had basically fried my hair.
I stopped at the salon yesterday and they gave me a tiny little cup of conditioner and suggested I try a deep condition which should take care of it.
And that's why I'm wasting another hour sitting with my hair in a plastic bag and determining that the price to have my hair colored and styled was a complete waste this week.
This family selfie is the only picture I have of myself after my recent trip to the salon.
But I did get a photo of two of the kids plus my husband dressed up for a wedding.
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