Ever since I got my hair done in San Francisco, I've been thinking about how I could change it. I went into the salon (while in SF) and told the guy I wanted lots of really blonde highlights. My hair was fairly dark blonde so I thought it would be a good look. What happened is that he gave me so many it just looked very blonde on the top and the dark blonde underneath. It was another look I was thinking about trying but not what I had in mind. What I should have told him was that I wanted a mixture of highlights and lowlights and lots of texture and mixture of the two.
Yesterday I called my favourite local salon here on College Street to find out if they had any openings. She wanted me for 5 but I told her I worked until then and could I have 5:30. I knew I would be pushing it because I had to go to the temp agency, pick up my cheque, give them some excuse about "coming back for the Christmas Party after I deposit my cheque", and then zoot over to the salon. I knew that 1/2 an hour would be cutting it close but I was willing to try. Especially considering the boss said he wanted to "leave early". I thought, I could leave by 1/4 to 5 and make it. Well, the boss didn't "leave early" he left at 10 to so I left at 10 to. Needless to say, I ended up taking a cab from the bank and got there at 5:35.
I explained what I wanted and put my fate in the hands of my hairdresser Lucy and her assistant, Isabel. All was going fine until the phone rang while I still hand the foils on my head. Lucy looked at the call display and said "Oh O" and answered. Isabel continued to work on the foils, checking to see if they were "cooked". I watched Lucy's face as she was receiving the information from the person on the other end of the phone and two strange things started to happen. First of all I noticed she was rubbing her chest with more and more vehemence. Secondly her face started to distort in a way that didn't look good. Then she started to cry. Isabel went to her and tried to comfort her but Lucy was pretty upset. I was able to gather that Lucy's mom had been very old and very sick and the call was to tell Lucy that her mom had passed away. God!!! Here I am sitting there with foils on my head and my hairdresser learning that her mother just died. I wanted to run out of there!
Long story short. Lucy went home, or off to be with her siblings, and Isabel finished my hair. I offered to come back on Saturday but they would have none of that idea. Lucy kept apologizing and thanking me for being so understanding. Isabel kept saying it was a blessing but that doesn't make it any easier and crying all the while she was cutting my hair. I kept thinking, "Well, if it doesn't look good, at least this time I have a good excuse!" More to the fact I was thinking that one is never really ready for their parents to die. It's never easy. My heart was truly going out to Lucy at her time of loss.
In the end, my hair turned out exactly the way I wanted it. Not so shockingly blonde with some nice lowlights mixed in. Have a look and say a prayer for Lucy and her family.
Yesterday I called my favourite local salon here on College Street to find out if they had any openings. She wanted me for 5 but I told her I worked until then and could I have 5:30. I knew I would be pushing it because I had to go to the temp agency, pick up my cheque, give them some excuse about "coming back for the Christmas Party after I deposit my cheque", and then zoot over to the salon. I knew that 1/2 an hour would be cutting it close but I was willing to try. Especially considering the boss said he wanted to "leave early". I thought, I could leave by 1/4 to 5 and make it. Well, the boss didn't "leave early" he left at 10 to so I left at 10 to. Needless to say, I ended up taking a cab from the bank and got there at 5:35.
I explained what I wanted and put my fate in the hands of my hairdresser Lucy and her assistant, Isabel. All was going fine until the phone rang while I still hand the foils on my head. Lucy looked at the call display and said "Oh O" and answered. Isabel continued to work on the foils, checking to see if they were "cooked". I watched Lucy's face as she was receiving the information from the person on the other end of the phone and two strange things started to happen. First of all I noticed she was rubbing her chest with more and more vehemence. Secondly her face started to distort in a way that didn't look good. Then she started to cry. Isabel went to her and tried to comfort her but Lucy was pretty upset. I was able to gather that Lucy's mom had been very old and very sick and the call was to tell Lucy that her mom had passed away. God!!! Here I am sitting there with foils on my head and my hairdresser learning that her mother just died. I wanted to run out of there!
Long story short. Lucy went home, or off to be with her siblings, and Isabel finished my hair. I offered to come back on Saturday but they would have none of that idea. Lucy kept apologizing and thanking me for being so understanding. Isabel kept saying it was a blessing but that doesn't make it any easier and crying all the while she was cutting my hair. I kept thinking, "Well, if it doesn't look good, at least this time I have a good excuse!" More to the fact I was thinking that one is never really ready for their parents to die. It's never easy. My heart was truly going out to Lucy at her time of loss.
In the end, my hair turned out exactly the way I wanted it. Not so shockingly blonde with some nice lowlights mixed in. Have a look and say a prayer for Lucy and her family.
2 comments:
Gah, that's terrible. But your hair looks fab.
Your hair is lovely sweetie! Poor Lucy. Its always hard to lose a family member but even more awful if its possible, at Christmas
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