Ten brownie points if you can name the musical that lyric comes from!
So, after growing my hair out for THREE years, with only the very occasional trim, I decided to chop it all off. But it occurred to me about a year ago that I should donate my hair to Locks of Love instead of just watching three years of hard work (my hair grows soooo slowly — it’s hard work, dang it!) get swept up and thrown in the trash.
Chris, the photographer at my office (check out his work here), took the “before” photo. Using a slave flash, a random orange wall in the back room of the building and a carefully hidden (and crouching) employee to backlight my nasty, skinny pony tail (can you tell my hair is super thin?). Chris took this photo:
Then I went and had my hair cut. At a salon. For the first time in three years. Suddenly I remember why people go to salons to get their hair cut instead of having family members do it: It’s a fun, relaxing way to spend a couple hours. And it was one of the best hair cuts I’ve ever had, perhaps excepting my hair cut in Egypt.* Not only did the owner of the salon cut my hair, she showed me how to get the most volume out of my thin little strands, which is just what I needed and have never gotten from another hair stylist. Did I mention they also gave me a mocha while I was there? Now that’s service! (Since I’m not in the advertising business I feel weird plugging the experience, but truly, it was wonderful and if you live in the Flathead Valley and need a full-service salon suggestion, go!).
There was a tense moment right before she cut my hair after measuring my pony tail (she actually took off 11 inches), but I got through it and I love my new look. It’s nice not to wear my hair in a bun like I have every day for the past year.
I hope some cute little kid enjoys my hair!
*I had my hair cut and colored in Egypt because I wanted to blend in more with short hair (read: stop attracting so much attention for being American and female). Anyway, I found this barber who let me look through books of hair styles, then vetoed — literally said no, that won’t look good — most of my choices. Turns out he was right and my hair cut was very cute if I do say so myself. Anyway, he also had his assistant give me a shampoo and head massage that I kid you not lasted at least 30 minutes. Ah, sweet bliss. Salons here should do that more.