I had my hair done his week. Along with a slight trim, I had highlights put in. I really am a blond at heart despite rumors that I have turned into a brunette since we moved away from the sunshine. By the way, I did an internet search this week and found out that the city we moved away from two years ago is not only the hottest city in Canada, it is also the sunniest city in Canada! But I digress.
I've known women who could go to the hair dresser on their lunch hour and return to work looking lovely. Others have gone to the hair dresser before a special event in the evening. Not so for me.
When I leave the hair dresser I make a bee line for home because I have WORK to do. The cut may be perfect but I have not found many hair dressers who could style my hair. I know that my hair is ornery at times. In it's natural state it's rather fine and lifeless. I have a cowlick you wouldn't believe.
True, it's taken me fifty years to come to a sort of truce with my ornery mind-of-its-own hair. These days, I'm not afraid to scrap what I'm doing and wet it down and start over again. I still don't have as many good hair days as I would like, but we're coming to terms with each other.
Perhaps I don't explain myself well enough. I don't want my hair to be flat on top, that's just not a look that is good for me. I need poof up there! It doesn't help that I usually end up telling my hair dresser that it looks great, in my mind thinking that I just want to get out of there so I can fix it myself.
All is well that ends well, however. I'm happy with the cut and I love the color. I like this new salon and the hair dresser I've started going to. I just hope she can learn to style my stubborn hair.