New Do SuzieQ

I awoke this morning with "cranky pants" history and "happy pants" my companion for the day. I knew it would be a good day. It was haircut day!

Don't you just love the feel of someone else washing your hair? It's not like we can't wash our own hair, but somewhat like when someone else makes a meal for you, it's always better than had you done it yourself! So was my experience at 10:15 this morning.

I used to go to this salon years ago... way at the start of our marriage and the very beginning of infertility journey. I loved my hairdresser Tracey. She had a wonderful British accent and was very kind and always made me feel comfortable. Some salons make me uncomfortable. I either feel like the stylist's piece of canvas that they feel they have the right to do whatever they want to. I'm too neurotic for that! Or there is the salon that is so trendy I leave feeling robbed from the high cost and completely out of my element as a frumpy housewife instead of a Cosmo girl.

About a year or so after I first met Tracey at "Dolly Mixtures" she got pregnant and left. Yay for her, but "Boo, Hiss" for me. I guess I could have stayed with the salon and found another stylist, but at the time I was such a mess emotionally from our own situation that I decided to find a new hairdresser and ended up at a male stylist from a friend's referal.

This guy was okay. He did a pretty good job on keeping my style similar to how Tracey cut it but he was rather arrogant and so after a while I decided I didn't like him either. Around that time, one of my nephew's was with a woman who worked at a salon near my home town. I decided to go there to support her (sort of) and found another new stylist who I liked. Now I really have to interject here to let you know that I am cheap! I mean... once a year, maybe twice a year, color my hair at home... cheap! So, from one cut to the next at this salon I would find that the previous stylist had left and I was forced to try someone "new".

In time the relationship for my nephew didn't work out and I decided that a) it was a little uncomfortable to go back there, and b) it really was a ridiculously far drive for a hair cut so I went back to Dolly Mixtures, where I started 15 years before.

Margie is my new stylist and she is wonderful. Very similar to Tracey, minus the accent, she is someone you would want to be friends with. You chat about similar things and she really makes you comfortable and feel at home. What I love most about this whole salon is that I have never once left there dying to get home and rewash my hair because I hated the way it was styled (or cut). Know what I mean? There is nothing worse than handing over hard earned cash only to find that you look like a freak when you leave the salon. I remember one time long before I was married, the woman styled my bangs so high they hit the roof of my car. I know... probably the '80's!

Anyhoo... after watching Margie work her magic, I paid my very reasonable bill and head out the door, once again thrilled with a job well done! Wanna see? I grabbed the tripod when I got home so I could show you all 4 sides of the new do! I sure hope I can recreate it myself because I really quite like it.

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