Bodacious Boomer

I’m a really loyal customer. Tammy cut my hair for years. When she left her salon, she worked from her home; so I went there. Actually it worked out even better for me. Haircuts at her house were only $15. And as most people who know me know, I’m all about saving money whenever I can, up to a point. When you’re self employed, without regular checks coming in, I think that’s just the smart thing to do.

Eventually Tammy quit cutting hair. I was adrift. I know that probably doesn’t sound like a big thing. However, when you’ve got naturally curly hair, it’s a really big thing. At least it was for me. One bad cut takes forever to grow it when you’ve got curly hair. One guy cut my bangs so short once that by the time they dried I could’ve rented out ad space on my ginormous forehead. It was really awful. And there was just no way to disguise it. I mean if I looked like Halle Berry short bangs would be OK. But then if I looked like Halle Berry a lot of things would be OK, needless to say.

I looked around for awhile before settling a new woman to trust with my hair. She actually did a great job; but it was $35. I know that’s not an insane amount of money, but for me right now it was feeling like a lot. So I started looking around and discovered there was a Paul Mitchell school in west Houston, not too far from me. I looked online and read a number of reviews, which were all good. The price was just right too- $15. So I decided to give them a try.

Before they started I had to sign a waiver. That was kinda scary. However, I forged ahead. The young woman working on me was very nice; and before she began an instructor came and explained exactly what to do. The student seemed OK with the explanation, so I relaxed and let her start. When she finished cutting, she admitted that she’d never cut curly hair before. (I’m glad I hadn’t heard that before she started.) Then she decided to blow my hair out straight so she could see the layers and check her work.

I always wanted straight hair when I was in my teens and perhaps might’ve carried it off then; straight hair on me now is unforgiving and a really, really bad thing. When she was done I looked like the love child of Roseanne Rosanna Danna.  It was horrifying. It wasn’t silky and soft like the Breck girls, that I could never be. It was just straightish and bulky. And to top it off, Doug was waiting to pick me up.

It was really humid that afternoon so I thought that as soon as I went outside the humidity would do the trick and my curls would come back. However, without my knowledge, the stylist- to- be had put product in my hair to keep it straight until it was washed. I walked out and once again Doug looked at me and all he said was “That’s not permanent is it?” (He’s such a sweet talker.) Anyway, my tale of woe does have a happy ending. I washed my hair that night and like magic, my curls came back. I never knew I could miss them so much. I wonder, has everyone else gone through this too?