GROOMING DRAMA

So last night I went to get my haircut. I was proud of myself actually because I didn’t wait another 8 months before getting one – I showed up and CJ actually recognized me this time! [Side note: I love my hairdresser. She’s been cutting my hair since I was in 5th grade!] Now I always get a little nervous when I go get my haircut. I mean I trust her and all, but you never know what could happen. One minute you could have 6 inches, and the next minute you could have 2! Or she stops paying attention during your serious discussion of LOST and she razor chops it - causing everyone around to wonder if you’re batting for the other team. That’s why you don’t go to Hair Cuttery! Believe me, $40 bucks at a real salon/spa is worth not having a bad hair day…everyday!

I can honestly say that last night I was a little more nervous. I walked in and the receptionist told me to go to the back to get shampooed. So I go back and there’s this tiny little woman waiting for me. I started talking with her and she just stares blankly and then after a couple words in Spanish, I realized she can’t speak English. So I just smiled back and asked her to use a Clarifying shampoo, cause it gets rid of the built-up heaviness - especially in my thick mane! When I said that, she looked really confused and then started looking at the different bottles and took about 5 minutes to look under the counters. I wasn’t in a rush or anything, I was just sitting there looking at the woman across from me getting her hair stripped from its natural color. That’s when I got scared.

My mind just started racing with “worst case scenario” thoughts. What if my shampoo lady misunderstood and uses the wrong clarifying shampoo. What if she just doesn’t use a shampoo altogether! What if she takes the same thing the lady across from me has and uses it on my hair and then all the sudden my beautiful natural color is gone! And what if I have a bad reaction to it and I go bald?!?! What the heck?! I seriously was freaking out inside. I looked at the lady and said, “it’s ok, you can just use whatever, it’s fine.” She just smiles and holds up a huge black bottle and nods, signifying that she found the shampoo she was looking for! Oh no. It looked like the same black bottle the lady across from me was using! I started saying a prayer. “Dear Lord, please don’t let my hair fall out…”

I layed back in the sink and flinched when she turned the water on. All the while, I was waiting for some type of stinging sensation or horrid chemical smell. She looked down at me and goes, “Everything ok?” I thought to myself, “oh no, she can tell I’m worried!” Then I realized she was only talking about the water temperature. I told her it was fine and braced myself for the intense chemical treatment my hair was about to endure...

And then nothing. It really WAS a clarifying shampoo. What a relief! And it made my hair smell nice.