Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Weak in the Knees

I had an amazing haircut experience this past weekend. Bright-eyed boy and I both needed a haircut, but since we hadn't planned ahead, we landed at the local Hair Cuttery. You definitely take your chances, at least at this location, but on the 2011 austerity plan, I didn't want to pay $60 for my regular stylist. Anyway, I get the requisite shampoo and conditioner, nothing special there, but once she starts combing my hair, and separating my scalp into manageable quadrants, there's something about her touch that just started to hypnotize me. I closed my eyes and I think my mouth was hanging open. She was slow and methodical, but the little tugs as she separated a bit to snip, the whisper of the scissors, then moving on to the next little piece to trim. . . it all felt so good, it made me go all weak in the joints. It felt so good I didn't want it to end, so I uncharacteristically let her blow dry. I have curly hair and I don't fuss with it much and I NEVER blow it dry. Generally I don't want it blown dry when I get it cut because I need it to look good the way *I* style it, which is wash, towel dry, comb out, a little anti-frizz product, and call it done.

Too bad it turned out to be the worst cut ever, at least with it blow dried all poufy and old-lady-ish. It's better now that I'm au naturel. The boy hated his cut too, but I think his looks good.

5 comments:

Anne Cassidy said...

So would you like to borrow the title of my post today? The unkindest cut? I think these are bad hair days all around. Mine looks fine when I leave the hairdresser, but when I try to do it myself there's static all around.

Kathy said...

Anne-- that made me laugh-- thanks!

Kathleen said...

I usually go to Hair Cuttery and will say that the cut I get is fine. Well, on average, it's fine. There was that time when the hair cutter put in some layers. Nothing else could make my Bozo the Clown hair stick out more than a few layers here and there. Fortunately, it grows out.

Pam J. said...

I can relate to this: "...worst cut ever, at least with it blow dried all poufy and old-lady-ish." I love the guy who cuts my hair, and I like his cuts. But he always does the blow-dry-pouf-out thing on my hair and I don't have the heart to tell him, "don't bother." After the cut, I walk to my car and open a water bottle to get just enough water to squish into my hair to wipe out the expensive blow-out I just paid for. Then I scrunch my hair sort of randomly, turn on the fan in the car (or put the windows down if it's nice outside), and drive home. By the time I get home I'm more or less happy with my cut. Isn't that ridiculous?

Oh, and it just occurred to me. I AM an old lady, 64 being old by most measures, so no wonder my hair guy gives me that icky style!

Kathy said...

Pam-- old lady is as old lady does. I'm not that far behind you, but I don't ever want to tolerate old lady hair. That whole Pat Nixon do kinda thing, you know?