Tuesday, November 9, 2010
I don't buy makeup. I don't buy expensive face creams. I don't buy perfume. I don't buy special shampoos or conditioners. I use a bar of shampoo soap to clean my hair. I don't use product in it. I don't even blow it dry. I don't wax my eyebrows or my bush. I don't have my nails done. I like facials, but I don't have facials. I don't like massages, so I don't have massages. I don't spend a lot of money on me.
But I get my hair cut exactly, every, to the day, 10 weeks.
So when last Tuesday I woke up feeling like I looked just like this girl. Same hair and everything. I knew I needed a change. Because that was, like, 20 years ago.
I want to introduce you to my savior. Alla. Alla is from Russia. She zpeaks like diz. I love her axzent. She can tell a very funny story.
Hello Alla! I was introduced to Alla when the good Dr. in the Wombats found her. And then she said to me, you must go. And I went. And Alla was all, "ve must do dis to your hair," and I was like, "uhm, sure." And then there was love. Because she made me feel like a new woman. The Dr. told me that would happen.
And Alla is still making me feel like a new woman. Every 10 weeks. I show up all disheveled and frizzy. From washing my hair before going to bed. I apologize to her every time. And she says, "Oh, paleeze."
Alla knows her stuff. She is dedicated to her clients like a hairdresser should be. When Alla and her team go to conferences all over the country and sometimes into Canada, she always tries to bring me (ME!) back a new haircut. Like, in her bag, just for me. Like if someone could name it the Hussy Cut, they would. She did that a few months ago when she went to Chicago. And so I left feeling her salon so important. Like she went to Chicago just to learn how to make ME more beautiful. Because I don't know how to do it.
Alla also knows how to read her customers' moods. She knows when I just need to sit in peace and quiet and not have chat, or when it's okay to have chat.
She often sits on a stool to do my hair. And I love how she crinkles up her nose when she is deep in concentration. It really makes me feel confident that she takes pride in her work.
And I love love love what she does to my hair.
I even let her put a little make-up on me after. You know, to make her feel like she is completing the package.
She is so very polite. I can only imagine how much she wants to get at my eyebrows.
I hope your hairdresser makes you feel like a new woman or man after you walk out. At least until you have to wash it and style it yourself. I had a few hours. At least.