Why is it that each time I visit the hairdressers the event has a habit of turning rapidly from the relaxing, pampering experience it is suggested to us it will be into something of an ordeal?
It is well documented here how a number of my past appointments have degenerated rapidly from pleasure to pain over the years..... and again this week my endeavours at an hours relaxation and attention in the barnet department turned out not to be quite what was expected! Ok, so perhaps I should by now expect that it will not be all I wish for, but somehow I keep having faith only to go through the same realisation as I sit trapped in the chair that my faith is misplaced!
So, having managed for a year (yet again) to grow my hair into something resembling 'girly' on Monday my patience with hairdryers, straighteners and unending time faffing wore out and off I went to have it all chopped off again! Hey, I have to get out of the house for work by 6.00 am and I wear a crash helmet....'pretty' hair is just not appropriate....and anyways I can't be bothered!
Hence it was that I walked into the salon on Monday afternoon looking forward to my relaxing Indian head massage and a new look, gentle music playing, good coffee in hand and soothing things happening to my head.
Nope....what I got was a bloody building site! It seems there were 'improvement works in progress',for my future comfort I was promised ( I don't want damn future comfort I want it now please). My relaxing hour turned into something more reminiscent of an assault course! There was plaster dust absolutely everywhere, the water from the shower heads seemed to have lost all vestiges of pressure which rendered me sitting at the torturous 'back wash' for an age, refreshments were non-existent and instead of gentle music there was an accompaniment of a kango hammer, constant drilling and a circular saw!
How lovely!
There is of course always a silver lining....I didn't have to tolerate the inane drivel that usually purports to be conversation with the stylist, a few sentences shouted regarding 'what I wanted done' was all she could manage..... and I did finally get my short hair cut!
Really, if I win the lottery one time, my first consideration will be a personal stylist!
Saturday, 17 November 2007
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I don't know how you manage it pmsl. I don't enjoy my salon trips because I hate being messed with and never walking out the door happy with what they've done, but I've never had the experiences you do lol.
Lol...I wish I didn't! ;o)
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