I cut my hair today.
I have long very thick not quite curly but not quite straight hair that often drives me nuts, but for the past couple of years I somehow became a bi-annual hair chopper. I had it in my head that if it wasn’t six months since my previous hair cut, I didn’t need a new one.
I cut my hair in early December at a salon I know (and trust) in Btown. I went in with the idea that I needed to cut off a couple of inches to lighten the weight and I wanted trim my bangs. Pretty simple, no? I got in there, and while I really liked the girl I was with, she talked me out of cutting the length. I ended up only taking off half an inch of my long hair and trimming my bangs. It looked great, but after a couple of weeks it felt really long again and it was sooo much work to take care of.
So, I decided to forgo two of my hair-rules: After only three months I cut my hair at a new salon with a girl I didn’t know.
For those of you who are newish readers of my little blog, three years ago I had the hair care experience from hell. On a whim I tried a new salon (I was desperate for a hair cut) and ended up looking like that kid in junior kindergarten who cuts their own hair right before picture day. (You can read all about it HERE) Since that day, I have been terrified to go to a stylist I have never used before, or at the very least, someone I know and trust has used before.
As I was complaining about my too-long bangs and too-much-maintenance hair to Spart last night, she suggested I try the salon she has been using for the past year. She has had only wonderful experiences there with several stylists, and it was $20 cheaper than the salon I normally go to. So, on a whim, I stopped by the salon when we went to get my pants hemmed last night.
I have decided that I am extremely judgmental. Am I the only person out there who judges whether or not they will go into the salon based first on the aesthetic appearance of the salon, and second the name? I almost refused to go because the name of the salon was simply “Slickers”, and I wasn’t sure that sounded like a place that I would go into to (as if I am a terribly important person or something. Which obviously I am. ha). However, the salon looked beautiful (and contemporary–this is key) so I decided to walk up to the front desk… where I became “that crazy girl”.
The Hubster always encourages me to speak up when I am getting my hair done. I am easily swayed by smooth talking stylists who gush how “fab” I’d look if I did this instead of that. Unfortunately, I am also someone who has a clear vision of what I want in a hair cut, so while it sounds so awesome in the salon, it’s a different story during those first few weeks that I “adjust” to my new haircut.
Anyway. As I walked to the desk of this foreign salon that I had never been to a girl with a cute short haircut came over. I forgot to mention the third thing I judge about salons–if my stylist has horrible hair, how can I possibly expect her to give me something fabulous? I need to be with someone who has great hair. I am shallow. I can’t help it. haha!
It was near closing on a Friday evening so this girl wasn’t overly pleased to see me, but she brightened a bit when I asked for an appointment the next day, so it would not affect her closing the store. Our conversation went a bit like this:
Stylist: (Strolling over from her gossip corner with the other girls) “Hi there. Can I help you?”
Me: “Umm.. well, I was just wondering if you had any available appointments for tomorrow.”
Stylist: “What did you want to have done?”
Me: “Just a hair cut.”
Stylist: (Scrutinizing my unruly wavy hair that I poured absolutely no effort into that morning as the exhaustion of this week took over…) “Hmmm. I have a…”
Me: (Cutting her off without meaning to be rude but needing to vent) “Please put me with someone who isn’t new… more that 2 years experience please. OH, and someone who is good with bangs. I need someone who can cut bangs well.”
Stylist: (eyebrows raised and looking at me like I’m psycho) “How does 11 am sound? I can put you in with Dee. She’s been here over 5 years.”
Me: (Trying not to be ‘that’ crazy girl) “Sounds great. Thanks!”
…and then I ran away. haha! It was SO nerve-racking to make an appointment with someone I didn’t know. AH! But, I was brave and dutifully got up, showered and kept my appointment.
…I LOVE it. I was immediately put at ease because my stylist was a) Friendly, nice and extremely professional; b) young; c) very well dressed; and d) rocking an awesome hairdo with good bangs. She listened to what I wanted done and made suggestions, but wasn’t pushy. And she was fast. Stylists always ‘complain’ about drying my hair because it takes forevvver. She somehow managed to wash, cut and dry in 35 minutes. And I am SO pleased! I cut off 3.5 inches and got some new bangs and I can already feel a huge difference. I don’t have time in the morning to fiddle with my hair so it’s something fab, but easy to maintain. HOO HAH!
So, to conclude, I broke some of my “hair rules” and a good thing happened. I’m still very wary of new salons / stylists, but I can now add a new one to my list. Sometimes it’s good to be brave. :)
What are some of your hair rules?
What a week.
I cannot ever remember a time when I have felt this exhausted… (mind you, I bet if I looked back on my blog to the ol‘ essay & exam seasons I’d probably find one… haha!). I am actually in bed writing so that I can sleep the second after “publish post” has been clicked.
Tonight I am writing to you from my parent’s home in B-Town–I decided to take a last minute trip home to visit Mom & Big Dad / get some pants hemmed (Mom has a “guy” who does alterations for really cheap). I needed seven pairs hemmed so that I can stop wearing the same four pairs of pants all the time. HOO HAH! I enjoy variety.
I am also buried underneath about 20 blankets trying to stay warm. The Hubster and I have a cozy little apartment in a senior’s building that is warm all the time. My parents enjoy a …chillier… atmosphere, which was compounded by the fact that the weather dropped from 7 degrees to -20 in just a few hours. SO gross… I was hoping winter was done.
Thank you all for your words of encouragement this week–it was much appreciated. It was an utterly chaotic five days. My associate teacher (AT) was away three of them, which left my students with 5 supply teachers. Yes, you read that right: 5 supply teachers over 3 days. For whatever reason it was impossible to track down ONE supply teacher today so they kept swapping them out and I ended up with three different ones over the course of 6 periods. Understandably it was challenging for the students to adapt to so many changes, but all things considered they did pretty well.
Anyway, it’s all behind me now (thank goodness) and I am officially at the halfway point for this placement in Grade 7. It’s gone by really fast–but I am excited to move on to the the next one, wherever it may be.
A while back a friend of mine sent me a link to a youtube video.
When the video began to play and I saw a bunch of old people sitting on a stage, I thought “Oh geez… she videotaped her grandpa’s senior’s home Christmas concert?!” and I nearly turned it off.
…but as my mouse slid toward the “x”, that group of old people began to sing and I was completely, utterly and wholly blown away. I spent the next hour watching every clip I could find on Young @ Heart, a New England Senior Citizen’s Chorus (who have become so famous that a feature film has been made about them!).
Now when you think old people chorus, I bet you thought they same the same things I did–some Amazing Grace, maybe some Rat Pack and a fair bit of traditional choral pieces.
Hold on to your hats, folks.
The first clip I watched was Fix You by Coldplay. The next was Stayin‘ Alive… and then it was Purple Haze, and I Will Survive! They have even done music videos for a few!! There’s nothing like an old man in a hat doing the disco to put a smile on your face. :)
Anyway, it’s just one of the things I really, really love. I find it really inspiring–a lot of people out there have a really negative opinion about getting old. This group proves that you are only as old as you feel. And I really love that.
This first video is a bit of an introduction to who they are.
Embedding as been disabled for this next video, but you really have got to see it–it’s one of my favourite songs they have covered!!
This week needs to be over. Like right now.
I am so so so tired. It has been an INSANE week!!! My associate teacher (AT) has already been away two days this week, which means the amount of planning and organizing I do triples. I have the unfortunate disadvantage of needing to learn all these subjects before I can teach them, so it takes me forevvvvvver to plan lessons. *sigh*
It’s not all bad though–when I’m on my own (with a supply teacher being paid to sit at the back and watch me) it becomes my class… and I get to know the students on a different level / gain valuable experience. So, it’s a toss up. I like it, but I don’t.
Anyway, I’m sorry this is such a cop-out post–but today was really long. I actually had to yell at my class today (I am SO not a yeller… I am a negotiator, but today it was necessary) and the day ended with a trip to the Vice Principal’s office to resolve an issue. Such is the life!
I’m off to bed.. I promise to be a super amazing blogger tomorrow, but tonight I just need to put today behind me. I hope you all had a super amazing day!!
I actually posted this a lonnnnng time ago, but I felt that it was time to bring this back. Every day I am aghast at what I see and have to wonder: “What the heck were you thinking?!” And so, I turn to this because it makes me smile each and every time I read it. I hope you love it like I do. :)
Stupid People – by Andy Rooney
“Stupid people should have to wear signs that just say, ‘I’m Stupid.’ That way you wouldn’t rely on them, would you? You wouldn’t ask them anything. It would be like, Excuse me…oops…never mind, didn’t see your sign.’
“It’s like before my wife and I moved. Our house was full of boxes and there was a U-Haul truck in our driveway. My neighbor comes over and says, ‘Hey, you moving?’ Nope. We just pack our stuff up once or twice a week to see how many boxes it takes. Here’s your sign.’
“A couple of months ago I went fishing with a buddy of mine, we pulled his boat into the dock. I lifted up this big ol’ stringer of bass and this idiot on the dock goes, ‘Hey, y’all catch all them fish?’ ‘Nope. Talked ’em into giving up. Here’s your sign.’
“I was watching one of those animal shows on the discovery Channel. There was a guy inventing a shark bite suit. And there’s only one way to test it. ‘Alright, Jimmy, you got that shark suit on, it looks good…they want you to jump into this pool of sharks, and you tell us if it hurts when they bite you.’ ‘Well, all right, but hold my sign. I don’t wanna lose it.’
“Last time I had a flat tire, I pulled my truck into one of those side-of-the-road gas stations. The attendant walks out, looks at my truck, looks at me, and I SWEAR he said, ‘Tire go flat?’ I couldn’t resist. I said, ‘Nope. I was driving around and those other three just swelled right up on me. Here’s your sign.’
“We were trying to sell our car about a year ago. A guy came over to the house and drove the car around for about 45 minutes. We get back to the house, he gets out of the car, reaches down and grabs the exhaust pipe, then he says, ‘Darn that’s hot!’ See, if he’d been wearing his sign, I could have stopped him.
“I learned to drive an 18-wheeler in my days of adventure. Wouldn’t you know, I misjudged the height of a bridge. The truck got stuck and I couldn’t get it out, no matter how I tried. I radioed in for help and eventually a local cop shows up to take the report. He went through his basic questioning…okay…no problem. I thought for sure he was clear of needing a sign…until he asked. ‘So, is your truck stuck?’ I couldn’t help myself! I looked at him, looked back at the rig and then back to him and and said, ‘No, I’m delivering a bridge…here’s your sign.’
“I stayed late at work one night and a co-worker looked at me and said, ‘Are you still here?’ I replied, ‘No. I left about 10 minutes ago. Here’s your sign.’ “
Anybody you know need a sign today?