Thursday, September 17, 2009

On Being a Drama Queen

I'll admit it. I have a slight tendency toward the dramatic.
Admit it. You know this is the case.
One of my resolutions when I turned 30 was to be less dramatic. (another was to get my hair dyed professionally ... good call on that one).
And, also, somewhere in there I decided that I needed to take a break from my beloved hair stylist Bill, who I will love forever and ever amen, and find a hair stylist that could cut and colour my hair for less than a million dollars.
And, so I found one.
Who, I just realized totally has access to my blog because this goes automatically to facebook (hi!). And I kind of love him.
Let's be honest. I had 17 years with Bill. We have history. I do not have that much time with my new person (I'm not sure if he's cool with me sharing his name - search my friends, you can figure it out). And, honestly, I fell in love with Bill when I was 13, and it's totally different now. But whatever. The point is ...
Wait. I think I lost the point.
Okay - new hair stylist. Building the love. it takes time.
And then something happened. In retrospect it IS kind of funny. But, I got overly dramatic. And went and got my hair cut somewhere else. And kind of liked it (the hair cut - not where I went). But, only 50% of the hair cut is the cut. The other 50% is the person cutting it - and letting you leave feeling FAB-U-LOUS. And, really ...
New guy has the same charm as Bill.
And I leave feeling good about my hair and myself.
So, back to where I was. I totally cheated on new guy. Because I was angry. I do that. (get angry - not cheat). But, then I missed him. So I called and made an appointment. And went back.
Last night.
Guess what?
It went okay.
First of all, he made my hair edgy. (well, I like to think so). he totally didn't get my joke when I said I wanted to look like Kate Gosselin. I think it's a good thing that Kate isn't on his hair radar. Instead he wanted to make me look like someone from 90210. Nice.
I didn't mention that I'm old school 90210 more than new school.
I like that he thinks I'm young. (though he knows my age).
And then after the discussions about being edgy, regular use of my flat iron, and what colour highlights I should go with (deep purple) I did something crazy.
I apologized for being such a drama queen over something so minor.
And ...
And promised me he would never do that again.
And we are cool. Thank goodness. And as proof that we are cool he didn't do something revengeful like shave my head. Or make me look like Kate. Cause he really could have, now that I think about it.
And, as it turns out, the guy is dramatic himself. And, I love drama queens who understand my dramatic tendencies.
And the best part about getting my hair cut. It has to be his wonderful gigantic bear hugs at the end. So, maybe I'm a little smitten. And you know what, I don't think it's a bad thing.
I still have to admit. I miss Bill. Because as much as my hair is lovely ... a big part of me loves my Bill. Even if I can't afford him. But, that's another story for another time.


AmyH said...

You are just too funny! Although, I must admit, me trying to find a decent place to do my hair took me years and only now am I really pleased (and it's totally in my budget too).
As for dyeing it myself, I'm debating it. I'm feeling all brave this year.....maybe I'll crack out the choco-tini's and attempt it! :)

Multi-tasking Mommy said...

Great post! Made me laugh.
I totally get what you are talking about.
I go to a guy when I visit my inlaws, but the problem is that I have to really plan ahead for that and I end up spending half of the one day that we have in town at the hair salon, which I don't love.
I love my hair stylist. He is great, but sometimes I feel like I need my hair cut in between cuts with him and I have nowhere to go and I'm chicken. So, guess what? I asked my Mom to trim my hair at the cottage this summer. It worked. It wasn't great, but it worked. Now, I'm desperate. I'm talking desperate to get a huge chunk cut off, but I have to wait until October...yikes!

SciFi Dad said...

My wife cuts my hair, so I guess I'm smitten with my hairstylist too.

citygirl said...

I pay way too much for my hair appointments (like you would know -it's not like I spend alot of time on my hair in the part of me wonders why do I spend so much on appointments?!)

I've been with the same place (not person) since I was 17 and am terrified of going elsewhere.

In university, I went somewhere else for a cut and my regular place totally knew and kinda scolded me. Last year, I got my nerve up again and phoned a place closer to my house that was recommended by a neighbour with good hair (in my "up & coming neighbourhood") and their prices were the SAME!! Hello, where do they think their salon is located?!

So, here I am...still paying a ton and still slightly put out about it. I've cut back my appointments to 4 times a year (once every 3 months!) to try to save money.