There is something that women say to me over and over again. It is this “I wish I had come to see you sooner.” This breaks my heart because I am not a doctor offering pelvic exams, I am a hairdresser. You should LOVE to come and see me. When I ask them what took them so long, there is a slight pause and then the response, “Because my hair is awful.” I laugh, they laugh, I cut their hair, give them the best blow dry of their lives, they pay, call their hunny, book a sitter, and declare a date night.
I laugh because transforming bad hair into good hair is my job. How many of you have said, “I’m too sick to see a doctor”?? Probably none of you. And if you have, well, I really can’t help you.
This week, pick up the phone, call a salon and book an appointment. Bring pictures and be ready to have a discussion. The sad reality of this world is that we are constantly judged by our appearances. The worst of the culprits is ourselves. Life is no fun when we are constantly reminding ourselves how we do not measure up every time we pass a mirror. Do yourself a favour and put yourself in the hands of a professional. If you are nervous, book a consultation first that way you will get to know the stylist before she (or he) cuts your hair and you will have a chance to get rid of any salon anxiety. You get bonus points if you ask them what to do with your colour!
Pick up your phone and call a salon. Ask for a scalp massage and a blow dry. If you are still nervous, take a friend and get hair cuts together. Better yet, call me. I would love to do your hair!