Salon Anxiety

This week I visited the salon for some much needed hair care before the the lil’ bro’s upcoming nuptials.

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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?

2 Responses to “Salon Anxiety”

  1. LB Says:

    LOL! :) … so glad it turned out the way you wanted!!

  2. Emily Says:

    I totally get hairdresser’s chair anxiety too. While I find few things more enjoyable than a head massage and shampoo, the anticipation of what my hair is going to end up like means I only go once every six months…