25 January 2011

Now You Know Why I Will Not Be Posting Pictures of Myself on the Blog

I love it when people play with my hair. My mom is very good at it and will do it for hours and that is one of the many reasons to love her. My college roommates could often be sweet talked into playing with my hair and for a while, when she was small, I could suggest to M6 that she fix my hair and she would run off and enthusiastically return with some hair styling tools--usually chopsticks and mason jar lids. Sometimes even Steve is coerced into playing beauty school with me. I am, obviously, the client and he is the beautician, but last time he participated he spent most of the time musing on what kind of machine he could invent that would play with my hair for him so that he wouldn't have to be involved in the future. Hmph.

Today I went to an actual beauty school. I hadn't had my hair cut since September, but salon services are pricey here, so I went to the local college to have a student work on my hair. I always got my hair cut at the beauty school in Utah and while the students were perkier than I would have liked, always asked me if I was married, and scared me with their shiny hair and fake tans, I never had any real complaints about my experiences there. Today, though. Woo baby.

First, I should explain that students leave high school and start college at 15 or 16 here, so my stylist was a teenager. A surly teenager. She barely spoke to me (which I kind of like in a stylist) but she also barely spoke to the instructor. As in, he asked her how she was going to cut my hair, and she shrugged and stared at her feet. Oh, dear. When she finally did receive instruction on how to cut my hair, she did a lot of scowling and sighing. It really seemed that she hates cutting hair. She reminded me very much of a teenager in gym class being forced to run the mile.

Here's the main thing, though. It took her THREE HOURS to cut my hair. She spent the entire first hour (after spraying me directly in the ear with water while shampooing my hair) trimming one section of hair. I asked her to take about two inches off and she seemed to be doing that a millimeter at a time and a single strand of hair at a time. The instructor finally came along and told her that it looked fine and that she needed to push along because she was taking too long. At which point she snapped at him, "Because I'm not good at it!" Yikes.

Bad experience, but only £3.50. I might still go back.

10 comments:

Anonymous said...

Reminds of my college days when money was short we'd go the vocational school for a clip. however in our case if the cut was that bad we could buzz it all of and still look fit for public viewing.
I admire your courage.

KWB

Breanne said...

Oh my gosh that made me laugh.

ldsjaneite said...

Wow. Change of hoped-for profession, anyone? Goodness.

eliana23 said...

three special hours, what a lucky girl you are

Deidre said...

Wow. Three hours eh?

I had that happen once with a manicure once, an HOUR AND HALF later she put the finishing touches on my nails. Eek.

MBC said...

Actually, let's call it FIVE hours because I took the bus there and back and the buses were not running on a tight schedule. Left the house at noon, arrived home at 5:05.

Anonymous said...

Ihad a new girl at a salon i went to once who took an hour to cut my very short hair. I swear she cut it one hair at a time, and at the end she looked at it and said "Oh dear, did I get it too short?" It was, but I wondered what she planned to do about it. You can't put it back on. After that, I always asked for my old favorite hair cutter. Mom

Meg said...

I will cut your hair for less and in less time :) Also you get to watch a movie, ask my clients.

Chou said...

Last time I went to the Aveda Institute (a mere $25.00) here, I had a 2.5 hour experience that seems awfully like yours. Except she seemed pretty perky--but obviously NOT the teacher's favorite.

chandlerguera said...

That was one funny story!

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