This week I visited the salon for some much needed hair care before the the lil’ bro’s upcoming nuptials.
I realized while sitting in that spinny chair of horror that I would much rather be in a gynecologist office than be in that chair…
I realized that I felt this way for three reasons:
- #1 I feel my hair is “my one true beauty”, and I am putting that into a 20-year old, stranger’s hands!
- #2 I work at an infertility clinic, so going for a doctor’s visit is quite normal for me.
- #3 I once left a popular salon paying over $100 with pink hair.
No, it wasn’t supposed to be pink! it was supposed to be like Rapunzel’s or Sleeping Beauty’s, not Katy Perrys and now as a result, when that little blue bowl of bleach comes closer to my locks my heartbeat starts to raise.
Luckily, this time I am in the clear. I was in skilled hands and it turned out beautiful. But probably when I go next, the stylist will be gone and I will be back to square one.
Does anyone else feel like this or do I need to be medicated?