Ok, so I needed to get a hair trim and high lights because
my soul is much younger then my body, and I would rather
project the age of my soul. Life is more fun that way!
So, I ask Husband to make an appointment for me
at the salon on base.
The time arrives and I get there a little early.
My hairstylist is a young Japanese girl.
With help of another stylist, I explain what I would
like done until she understands. (Well, at least partly.)
I was a bit nervous because I had no idea what to expect,
plus, I had read a few negative reviews about the stylists.
So, I'm sitting in the chair, she is ready to go.
Before beginning anything, she writes down how
much my hair cut and high lights will cost and asks
me if I agree to it. I do. So she proceeds.
First, she tears a piece of Seran wrap and places it
over the back of my shirt collar and tucks it underneath.
Then, she takes a folded hand towel and tucks it under the
back of my shirt and lays the other half over top of the back
of my shirt.
Next, she takes another towel, drapes it over my
shoulders and pins it in the front. She takes yet another towel
and drapes it around the front of my neck and pins it in the back.
After all that, she clips about a quarter of an inch off of my hair.
She then leaves to mix the high light solution, and returns.
She puts my high lights in. And, it takes a while longer then
what I'm used to. But, I'm patient. (Because what else am I
going to do?) After the high lights set, she takes out the foils.
She ushers me to the sink. At this point, I'm a little nervous
because she only cut a little bit of hair. But, I wait to see
what she is going to do.
After I lean back with my head over the sink, she puts
a cotton ball in each of my ears to keep the water out of them.
She shampoos my hair, and then rinses it out.
Next, she puts in the conditioner. After it is thoroughly
in my hair, she massages my scalp. She continues to do
that for about 5 minutes. It was the best conditioning I
had ever had in my life! I don't know how, but she
always had the water the the perfect temperature too!
Next, she sat me up, wrapped my head in a towel,
took out the cotton balls and escorted me back
to the chair.
She scribbles a note on a piece of paper (because I told her
I cannot hear anything with my hearing aids out), "May I
give you a massage?" I enthusiastically nod my head, thinking
to myself, "This will be a nice couple of minutes."
Let me just say....OH. MY! She massaged my head,
my temples, my neck, my shoulders, and half way
down my spine. She did this for about 15 minutes.
By the time she was finished, I was almost ready
to slide off of the chair. She was GOOD!
Next, she proceeded to dry my hair.
At this point I'm in a mild panic because she
hasn't cut hardly any of my hair yet. So, I ask her,
"You're going to cut more hair, right?" And, she
sweetly replied, "Yes, I cut your hair."
She finishes blow drying my hair. Then, she
takes a flat iron and begins to use that.
My mild panic has now intensified.
I ask the stylist again, "You're going to cut more hair, right?"
"Yes, I cut your hair." She smiles and continues to use
the flat iron. After she is done, she brings out the sheers.
She begins to cut my hair. And, cut. And, cut.
She then brushes it. She leans over while standing in
front of me to see if it is even. She cuts. She stands and
checks to see if my hair is even. She cuts. She checks.
And, cuts again. She goes back and forth like this for
about a half hour.
Then, she styles it............ as though she is a
perfectionist celebrity stylist. And, after she gets
it just right, we're finished.
I tell her I love it. Because even though it wasn't what
I had in mind, it was still a great style. Plus, I am at the
mercy of the stylists on base. And, she was very good.
I tip her and then I leave.
Let me just say, I'd pay to just have her wash
and condition my hair! The mini-massage was
amazing!
Having said that, it took a total of 2 hours and
15 minutes from start to finish. It is definitely
an experience. And, when my hair begins to show
the age of my body instead of my soul, I'll be back
in again to see her.
