Yesterday, I was fed up with my hair. Haven't had a haircut in - best I can guess, a year and a half. It was really looking rough. So I called my friend's shop, and she had an opening today (thursday) at noon. I grabbed it.
Ollie has been cutting my hair for 25 years or so. (That is, when I actually get it cut). I have rather good hair - it grows thick, has a natural wave. I don't color it, perm it, rarely curl it and rarely use a hair dryer. I'm hair lazy, I'll admit, but usually can get away with it. It was Ollie that first colored my hair: I remember the day very well. My younger daughter Lauren was maybe six weeks old. (She's 19, now). My parents were visiting and they babysat Sarah and Lauren while I went to Ollie's shop for a cut and color. I recall my dad's astonished remark that I needed to color my hair "at my age!". ( I was 33 - my mother was completely grey at 35 and I was close behind). Ollie told me then that I was "more than 50% grey" and would need a permanent color. I was reluctant, but I tried it. I colored my hair for several years but grew real tired of it. Finally, I said, "enough" and just stopped. It looked pretty bad as it grew out - using temporary color for awhile. Anyway, Ollie is a friend and neighbor as well as a salon shop keeper. She's Portugese and very gregarious. She understands my hair better than anyone,and that's why I keep going to her. She knows me, my lifestyle and my hair.
Well, today she got me. I would say she removed six inches of hair. When I say "she got me" I mean that I pretty much let her cut it how she wanted to cut it. And she did exactly that! She does great work, it's a great cut - conforms to the natural waves my hair has - but it's shorter than I've had it in several years. The irony, though, is that so much of the length was damaged, that I was usually pulling it back, pinning it up, etc. Now, this cut is a length of healthy hair, and few people recognized that it's been cut!
My friend Theresa told me that my cut looked "vibrant!" Well!! I'll take Vibrant!