Hair Crisis! Has this ever happened to you? I don't usually give my hair that much thought. A quick blowdry in the morning on days when I work, a ponytail tucked in the back of my baseball cap on the days that I don't. My hair wasn't special but it was just fine. Until it wasn't.
One morning I wake up and I have a hair crisis. The grey is showing. The split ends are showing. The frizz is showing. Aaak! Everything is showing!
Sometimes in my life I have to deal with a real crisis. It is stressful, emotional and out of my control. It takes time to resolve. That's why I love a hair crisis. Instant fix!
I call my stylist for an appointment. Turns out the salon isn't equipped to deal with my hair crisis. They can fit me in three weeks from Thursday. That's when I tuck my tail between my legs and call Sarah.
A little background--I have no loyalty when it comes to people who cut my hair. I have really unrealistic high expectations that my hairdresser should be able to turn my thin, fine, scraggly hair into a Cindy Crawford look-a-like mane with a few snips of the scissors. I also have trouble speaking the language of hairdressers. "Tapered bob?" "Shaped layers?" Sometimes I have a picture in my mind. Sometimes I even bring in a picture. But my feeble attempts at communicating usually find the end product not exactly what I imagined.
A few years ago I tried Sarah. She gave me a really great haircut. It was amazingly cute and trendy. It just wasn't me. Think Victoria Beckham's asymmetrical look. I spent most of my day pushing my asymmetrical bangs out of my left eye. So I abandoned Sarah and decided to grow my hair long. For the last two years it has been growing out. Until one day I look in the mirror and realize, this just isn't me either.