People are a creature of habit, that’s what they say. So it’s not surprising when someone goes to the same grocery store, doctor, florist, gym, route to work or hairstylist for their entire adulthood. Often times one or two bad visits isn’t enough to break the routine. You get overcharged on your frozen peas, there are no elliptical machines available at 5:00 on the occasional Monday, you were late to work that time a tractor trailer was trying to make a tight right hand turn. It happens, you continue your routine. And for some people the thought of changing this routine can be stressful, create anxiety and therefore never happen. Then one day, like a light bulb over your head you decide to change your routine, to step outside of your comfort zone. No more poor bedside manner, no more wilted lily’s, no more short bangs. And with your stomach in knots you make a change.
This is all a very mellow dramatic way to say that after more than ten years I went to a new hairstylist. My hairstylist has been working with my stubborn, straight, flat hair for years. We’ve been though long, short, curly, colors and even my wedding day together. Then one day she canceled my appointment. An appointment I was looking forward to, needed, wanted, even scheduled my day around and it was gone. Her reason was lame, I guess that was the catalyst, a lame excuse.
I asked my fellow Dirt Girl for a reference at her salon and I did it. I had my haircut by someone new. And it was OK. It was better than OK. It was great. Granted I think it’s too short, but that always goes without saying. But the cut is new and fresh and when I walked in the front door Tom’s face lit up (I know, I know, you thought that happened all the time). He called me cute, all day long. If that ain’t worth an extra $15.00 I don’t know what is.
I haven’t told my prior hairstylist that I did this. I just never called to reschedule after she canceled. Do you think she figured it out? Do I owe her a phone call? An explanation? Ten years is a long time.
I contemplated all of this while looking cute at the mall.
I think you’re hair looks great! I congratulate you, not for your new do, but for changing hair stylist. That’s something I would never do, and I’ve been going to the same guy since, well I don’t know…since my mommy stopped cutting my hair. However, he’s a family friend, and not too mention we made out in the 8th grade once. He’s married now, so I guess that doesn’t mean anything. My point being, I don’t think you owe your old stylist a phone call. It’s her loss for losing such a loyal client.
p.s. I get my frozen peas at Price Chopper, 3 bags for $3.99 with your advantage card [and that's at the ghetto-chopper on Delaware Ave].
Your hair looks great! Everyone…well, every woman always thinks her hair is too short the first day. Well, every woman I know. I’m glad you liked the new stylist.
P.S. I hate peas.
As I recall, the stylist charged you money. So if there is no debt, no reason to call.
Your grandmother will approve. We will see her this coming Saturday.
I love the new hairdo! It looks great.
As you know, I keep my hair short on purpose, and I always think my hair is too short on the first day! It’s just a woman thing.
Right on Liz. This was a well delivered point. Your hair looks great… you look great, and clearly the whole experience has made you feel good about yourself. Success is a clearer understanding of self.
Peas are a staple in our house. They are usually pretty cheap; I never read the price tag.