I'm very excited about this afternoon! Following a long brutal winter, I'm heading back to my hair salon for a "spring/summer" update.
I refer to the experience as being exposed to a "contact" dose of estrogen. In other words, it's the female equivalent of going into a car parts store with a bunch of guys. Of course in the salon I go to, there is the occasional guy and several "very pretty" effeminate male stylists but everyone else is genetic or transgender and is engaged in the feminine pursuit of feeling pampered.
On my first visit a year or so ago, the pampering part is what surprised me the most. Of course I dearly love what a professional can do for my hair, but how they do it is even more fun.
Of course, each time I learn more and can communicate what I want done-rather than sitting in the chair and saying "what do you think?" It's yet another example of the old "act like you've been there" quote, because I have.
This afternoon, I know I need my split ends cut off, plus some shaping. Plus, I can afford one highlight added to my basic reddish color, so I'm thinking about going with a lighter semi blond for summer. I have a tendency to over think the process and always forget to remember my hair grows rather fast as does it's color-which does a real quick fade to gray. What ever I do, it won't take long to repair itself- if I screw it up.
Every time I can afford to go to the salon, I do come back with a greater realization of why women consider it a staple of their lives. Not only do they look better, they get a chance to relax from the world and get back to feminine bonding, mostly, with others of the same sex.