Since I am geographically challenged I don’t know if 30 is actually the number of miles I travel. However, I live on Long Island and I do go to NYC to get my haircut two or three times a year. My friends think I am insane. They don’t get that I have a checkered hair history.
So here’s the deal. I have long thick, (pre Keratin…) curly hair. Actually it was curly until about 5 and then it straightened out and then it got curly again when I hit puberty.
I swear I remember standing in line in kindergarten to get my school photo. You know how there’s always someone there straightening the kids clothes and smoothing down stray hairs? I kid you not I remember that person looking at my hair and sort of sighing as she took one of those black plastic combs and proceeded to part the fluffy mess to one side.
And this is the reason I awaken at 5 a.m. on school photo days to get to work on MY kids! (Um mom, WTF!)
To say I hated my hair was understatement. Mop head, poodle…those were just a few the names thrown my way. (And the glasses and braces didn’t help the overall look.)
Growing up with thick sometimes curly hair and a mother who did not know how to manage it left me with some bad, bad hair days. And every time she took my moppy head for a cut it was disastrous. The cutter would stare at my head like on my kindergarten school photo day with a confused, frightened look….no clue how to wrangle it all in….which would sometimes result in thinning, as in my hair. The absolute worst technique on my unruly hair.
My big, curly mess finally found a place in the late 80′s (which I obviously seriously question now!!!) and I just kept it going into the 90′s.
But it’s a fact that curly thick hair is not easy to cut. So once I find someone who can do it well, I hang around. This explains why I’ve only had 2 hair stylists since 1993.
In September of 2001 I booked an appointment with a new guy, John for a Sat morning appointment. I had a wedding to go to that evening and hoped I would have a fab cut and a blowout. Turns out this was the Sat right after September 11th, so I vividly remember everything about that appointment.
10 years later, John and I are still together :). And even better, I’ve been getting Keratin for the past couple of years so I no longer have to wrangle curls. (Well, not entirely true. I no longer have to wrangle MY curls. I do however have 3 curly heads who are damn blessed to have a mother who knows a thing or two about curls.)
Oh c’mon did you really think I’d get through a post without a picture of them?!
I got 5 inches cut off last Sat and then had a hair debut night out!
So that’s my story. When I go to John, I don’t have to worry and flash back to being in the hair place in the mall as a kid and having all my hair thinned out, looking awful.
Boy that was exhausting!
What about you…who else has a harrowing hair history?!