Weeelllll, On my trip to run errands before going to see Downtown Laura Brown, i stopped into a few other salons along the way. It really irks me when i feel like a stylist will say whatever to get you to let them do your hair, even though you're already a pitiful mess over your bad cut. And this is a short cut peeps. There isn't anymore room for mistake!
So i finally get over to Salon Valin and it's in a run-down strip mall. SOB! The parking lot is all busted up and the parking spots are too close together. The place looks like crap. When i got inside it did get better. Then i met Downtown, and she is not what i pictured. Maybe mid to late 30's, brownish-red hair underneath, barbie blonde on top, in a long, slightly a-line bob. She is really tan and wears a lot of makeup. (Not that that's bad... i've been known to wear a bit myself! heh.) She's a fast talker with a raspy voice and seems slightly put off by Caleb being there. (Until he charms her with his cuteness of course!) I'd never bring my kid to an actual appt, but this was just a consult and i had no choice. Overall she was friendly, and she listened to me whine.
i told her i feel ugly everyday. and bad hair makes your make-up look wrong, your clothes look wrong, and the world feel wrong. She agrees with me. (Can i get an amen ladies?) After examining my hair and lots of talking we made an appt. for Friday, but i got uneasy 'cause she seemed super determined to achieve the Kristin Cavallari bob that i was after originally. I don't want that anymore. I even told her that. Lets just fix the current mess.
So - as if it was meant to be, the stars aligned, fate intervened - there was road work going on that forced me to take a detour and it led me right past - MY salon. (It's actually called "Salon Salon". No joke.) So i take the sign from God and pull in. Ahhhh, like putting on your fave pair of comfy jeans, i slip into the gorgeous salon, with dimmed light sculptures and the BEST products lining the mod glass shelves... the faint sound of blow dryers and the hum of gossiping clients spilling it to their trusted hairdressers. People are happily congregated around the beverage bar chatting it up while sipping iced tea, the ladies at the front desk poise their fingers over their keyboards and ask me if i am there to check in. Suddenly, I felt dirty. Like i'd been out cheating in a seedy motel and had just arrived home to my faithful family greeting me with sincere smiles.
Lucky for me, they were able to squeeze me in between appointments on Friday, so i'ma give it one more shot before i decide to go elsewhere. I don't really wanna break up. I just hope we can get something cute going on atop my head before i officially hit 29+1.
Now to call and cancel with Downtown...







