Thursday, December 11, 2008
Beauty School Drop Out... Go Back to High School!
In these tough economic times, like many of you, I am cutting my costs. I haven't bought a new purse in months (ok, since the beginning of November but it was on sale therefore didn't count). I haven't been going out to lunch with the girls. And if you can believe it, I went to a private shopping event at Nordstroms Sunday night and did not buy one thing. Nadda! Zip! Zero! (Even though I really really need another tube of MAC Viva Glam V). I am very proud of my new fiscally responsible ways but I have to draw the line. And line is drawn straight through the cosmetology school I went to this week. For $55.00 I got a basic facial (not too bad; no steam, no extraction but over all not bad results), color (horror of all horrors... I can barely say it... I. Am. Going. Grey. There, I said it. The secret is out. I'm fine with it, I really am. Especially with my new cheap solution of the beauty school dye job.) and a cut.
Ah... the cut. This is where it all went awry. Up until this point, I was feeling pretty good about my frugal find. I should have known I was in trouble as soon as I sat in Tracey's chair and she had to call Ms. Ann, her instructor, over before she even picked up her scissors.
Tracey: "Um, Ms. Ann?"
Ms. Ann: "Yes?"
Tracey: "She (indicating me) has a lot of hair. And uh, from what she told me she wants, I need to do a 135."
Ms. Ann: "Well,that's great timing! I just taught you the 135 this morning. Isn't that funny?"
At this point, I'm starting to sweat. I did not expect perfection when I walked through the door however I also did not expect to be Tracey's FIRST 135!! (Whatever that is.) I keep my cool as Ms. Ann walks Tracey through the easy part, trimming my split ends in the back. Once that was done, the heat was back on. Tracey would comb a piece of hair and then wait for Ms. Ann to tell her it was ok to cut it. ON EVERY CUT! At one point, I went spider monkey on her, slightly raising my voice saying, "Cut it! Just cut it! Give me the scissors, I'll cut it!"
Needless to say, my lesson in frugality was really a lesson in patience. And what did I learn? That I have even less patience than I thought I had.
Facial? Color? Fine. Hair cut? No freakin way. You'll catch me at the barber shop before you ever see me back in Tracey's chair!