How I avoid talking at the hairstylist (even though I only go once a year, if that, so you would think I could handle small talk just once a year but, NOPE):
I always bring my ipod and, as soon as I sit down and give the stylist the instructions, I say something like "It's so noisy in here, I'm going to put on my ipod." Then I pull out either a book that will not in any way make people want to talk to me (a biography of someone most people have never heard of, a strange fiction book, etc.) or a news magazine. Between the ipod and the "serious" reading, the stylist tends to just leave me alone.
I hate getting my hair cut. Especially since the last time I got it cut, the stylist did all sorts of fancy layering, which is not growing out well AT ALL. It looks like I let some five year old with scissors attack my hair. Even though I always ask for just a trim, and for straight lines, the stylists look at me as if I'd just asked them to stab themselves in the heart. Then they give me layers to "soften up my face." Which is when the aforementioned ipod + serious reading combo can get you into trouble--if I don't pay attention to them, they will ruin my hair. It's a fine balance.
Although I'm thrilled to know that I'm not the only gal in her mid-twenties who still gets mistaken for a high school student. Devin looks like a young'un, as well, so it's really funny when we're out together and people think we're these cute, high school sweethearts, and instead we're an (occasionally) cranky married couple.
(It would probably help if we both dressed appropriately for our age. Between me and my penchant for wearing clothes that I've owned since high school, and Devin's insane desire to collect video game t-shirts, we definitely dress more like kids, than adults.)
I thought about bringing a book, but I was afraid that I'd get hair dye goop all over it... plus, I had to spend half the time with my hair so much in my face that I probably wouldn't have been able to read it. I was freed from small talk for a good long while during my appointment (which tends to run about 2 hours!) because my stylist and her assistant were speaking Arabic, and thus I had absolutely no way to break into the conversation. I was just the silent head of hair for about 30 minutes. Nothing wrong with that. And then when they did switch into English, I found that I actually had something to add to the conversation! Pretty amazing. This is not to say that I then made stellar conversation for the next 1.5 hours, but it was something, and I left with good hair.
Sometimes people think Adam and I are brother and sister. Yikes. But we also get the "aww, I bet you guys haven't been together too long!" thing, too.
I always bring my ipod and, as soon as I sit down and give the stylist the instructions, I say something like "It's so noisy in here, I'm going to put on my ipod." Then I pull out either a book that will not in any way make people want to talk to me (a biography of someone most people have never heard of, a strange fiction book, etc.) or a news magazine. Between the ipod and the "serious" reading, the stylist tends to just leave me alone.
I hate getting my hair cut. Especially since the last time I got it cut, the stylist did all sorts of fancy layering, which is not growing out well AT ALL. It looks like I let some five year old with scissors attack my hair. Even though I always ask for just a trim, and for straight lines, the stylists look at me as if I'd just asked them to stab themselves in the heart. Then they give me layers to "soften up my face." Which is when the aforementioned ipod + serious reading combo can get you into trouble--if I don't pay attention to them, they will ruin my hair. It's a fine balance.
Although I'm thrilled to know that I'm not the only gal in her mid-twenties who still gets mistaken for a high school student. Devin looks like a young'un, as well, so it's really funny when we're out together and people think we're these cute, high school sweethearts, and instead we're an (occasionally) cranky married couple.
(It would probably help if we both dressed appropriately for our age. Between me and my penchant for wearing clothes that I've owned since high school, and Devin's insane desire to collect video game t-shirts, we definitely dress more like kids, than adults.)
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Sometimes people think Adam and I are brother and sister. Yikes. But we also get the "aww, I bet you guys haven't been together too long!" thing, too.
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