I had decided to grow my hair out right after I had G, and it didn’t take me long since my hair is like a weed and grows twice as fast. It was long when Craig and I first met, but I cut it really short midway through my pregnancy with N, and I’ve kept it short for most of the time since then. I really enjoyed it short, but I also missed being able to just pull it back into a hair clip when I was in a hurry (which is all of the time nowadays) so I decided to go for the length again. For me, short hair means I have to style it, every time, and I thought long hair would give me a choice.
Well, I’ve decided I hate having that choice and I really miss the short hair. It takes me a full 30-45 minutes now to blow it dry, and then style it, and frankly I don’t have that kind of time. All I ever do anymore is wash my hair, run a comb through it, and pull it back into a hair clip while it’s still wet. Frankly, I’m even lucky to get a shower since all it takes is turning the water on, and my kids are wanting to know what I’m doing, if I’m almost done, can I hurry up please and so forth. I think what I miss about my short hair was that I could have it dried and styled in less than 15 minutes tops, and that included throwing on a little makeup too. So I think it’s time to make another appointment with my stylist Tammy, and give her the green light with the scissors and tell her to have at it!
And that’s another thing. Can I just say that finding a great hair stylist is harder than finding a good OB-GYN! It took me 3 years to finally find Tammy, and I had to go through 4 really grumpy, cranky and untalented stylists before I stumbled upon Tammy by total accident. I like a stylist that can look at me and my hair, ask a few questions, ask me what I want in particular if anything, and just see what needs to be done. I can’t see my whole head, they can, and they need to be the best judge of what would look best on me, and some stylists can’t do that. They have a set style they rarely deviate from, just the same cut with a few little variations on the theme, or they need a picture from a book, or they need explicit directions from me, and even then it never turns out right.
One stylist I went to (she had just turned 18 two weeks before my appointment) kept complaining about her mom, and why was she so uptight about her living with her boyfriend, and why couldn’t she just deal with it, and why did she hate him, he only smoked pot sometimes, and he only hit her once etc etc. She was so busy telling me her life story and woes that she didn’t hear me when I tried to tell her I have thick hair, and I don’t like bangs, so it was an awful cut and I hated it….Another kept complaining to me that it was so late (we were done by 6pm), she had to get home to ker kids, she had to make dinner, she was so late, her husband was going to kill her, and it was so hard being there so late, and why was it taking so long to do my hair (she really said that, like I was the one doing it? Whatever!). SHE was the one that made the appointment with me, and SHE offered that time to me, so why was she telling me how inconvenient I was making it for her? And yet another one couldn’t picture what I wanted in a haircut, so she made me try and find it in the paltry pile of magazines they had in the waiting area (and NOT hair style mags, just ones like People and Ladies Home Journal, like that was going to work?) and when she was done it looked NOTHING like she said it would, or what we even talked about OR the picture we eventually found.
I had totally given up on ever finding the right stylist, when a miracle happened! I called back to the first place I had gone to (with the young mom-hating sylist that had thankfully moved on to torment someone else with her drama) and Tammy had the first opening, so I gave it another shot, and “Oh Happy Day!”, it worked! Tammy is a very cute girl in her early twenties, just married a few months ago, and she works in the nicest salon here in town. I found her right before I had G and she did a phenomenal job then, so I’m thrilled to have finally found THE ONE, here in town. So Tammy, you rock! (not that she will even read this, but she really does rock!)