The only thing consistant about my hair is change.
Every time I post a post, I realize immediately that I have forgotten to say these two things, which have been lingering FOREVER in the back of my mind, soooo:
HOKAY.
It's so true, you get what you pay for. I just paid for one of the nicest, most pleasant and most enjoyable haircutting experiences in my life. And I am LOVING the result.
I have been craving a new haircut for WEEKS now, because my grown-out pixie was grown-out completely and shaping itself into this quasi-Rachel-from-Friends-cut. I think staying up all night hit the nail in the coffin for me, I needed to do something really nice for myself and since I had been really, really good about not spending money on myself lately, I needed to splurge.
And it was so freaking worth it. I have totally found my new salon and stylist who was SO SWEET and kept me entertained with stories about how he lived on the Upper West Side and two guys from The Blue Man Group were his neighbors in the 90's (I made all Tobias Fünke references to myself, of course), and we actually started talking about philosophy, which as you know was the precise moment he won me over.
Now here's the most interesting thing that I'm going to flail about for a good long while, he did a dry cut.
Let me frame it better; when I came in we had a brief consultation. I told him I had this grown-out pixie and the roots were lighter than the ends and it was going to start growing in blonde soon so I had no trouble getting rid of a lot of the dyed hair, that I wanted something short but still piecey in the front and sides. He was down with it, doing something pixie-short in the back and choppy and disconnected in the front to contrast it. Awesome, I got my hair shampooed and came back to the chair where the assistant toweled my hair a bit-and then she started blow-drying it.
First I thought that maybe he liked to work with hair that wasn't sopping wet, or that she was just doing the roots. but no, the brushes came out and my hair was being properly blow-dried. I asked them why, and the stylist explained that for the past 5 years he had been using a dry cutting technique since he'd spent 20+ years in hair and needed a change. Dry cutting isn't something I've never heard of, I watch my reality hairshow crack like Tabatha's Salon Takeover and Shear Genius and I know it's done, I've just never seen it done in person, or had it done to me since I would trim my own bangs in high school. (Yes I had bangs in high school. I was a teenage idiot.)
I'm pretty adventurous when it comes to my hair, I've only once regretted a truly bad haircut, and that was over the summer when some lady BUTCHERED the sides of my head and I had to wear my hat in 80 degree weather because it was so heinous. But when the guy is the owner of the damn salon, has already told me he's been cutting hair longer than I've been alive, I feel pretty good about just letting it happen and trusting the person with the scissors.
Dry cutting is SO. AWESOME. It's actually really cool to just watch how the scissors are manipulated against each strand for that even/unevenness, but not in a blunt way like a razor would. I don't know how to explain it but it creates these soft, natural wisps of hair instead of jagged ends. You feel length being taken away but you don't feel like it's being shorn out in slices. But what really sold me on it was this:
In the past, I've noticed whenever I get my hair cut wet/damp for like 3 minutes it looks awesome, and then the stylist brings out the hairdryer, and I start screaming in my head:
"NOOOOO I HAVE A FLATIRON AT HOOOOOME! STOP OMG IT WILL GET REALLY POOFY!"
But I end up saying:
"Um, you really don't have to, I can just go home and flatiron it-okayyoualreadystartednevermind."
So it usually happens anyway. They FLOOF up my hair. There's no other word I can use to describe it, they add volume, shine, and FLOOF and it looks like the sides of a bundt cake and I grit my teeth and pat myself on the shoulder for remembering to bring a hat. I then jam the hat on my head, run home and wash/flatiron the crap out of it until the FLOOF goes away and it stops curving into my bloody ear making me want to kill things.
Dry cutting completely sidesteps this whole predicament since they made my hair all blown dry & FLOOFY and then they cut it down, eliminating the dreaded FLOOF along the way. It was really weird how just reversing those steps sort of threw me out of the cut and when it was done I was just like "Oh! Wait, you don't have to-oh my gosh it's actually done! And I love it!" There was no waiting for it to be dried off and styled while I squirmed in my chair and looked at what I knew was a good haircut become buried with a cone of FLOOF.
Okay, I really really like saying FLOOF. I'll do it once more. FLOOOOOOOF. There.
So basically, I have become a dry-cut convert and I gave him a huge tip because the cut is making me all happyfaced and damn it, I needed to do something awesome for myself today. YAY!
I would show you pics but right now I am suffering from lack of natural light + darkish base color + too much eyeliner. So no matter where or how I take the photo, I look like it's 1984 and I'm heading out to see Siouxsie & the Banshees. Not that that's a bad thing, of course! I just need to wash out the salon stuff and take a proper photo tomorrow.
Now! I am going to eat a sensible dinner and hopefully sleep, as tomorrow I will be host to BAT-TIMM-BER-MAN-FEST tomorrow, in honor of the day ignited was successfully programmed and booted up for the first time born.
Stef, I went and bought you some actual COKE. Because I like your face. ;D
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HOKAY.
It's so true, you get what you pay for. I just paid for one of the nicest, most pleasant and most enjoyable haircutting experiences in my life. And I am LOVING the result.
I have been craving a new haircut for WEEKS now, because my grown-out pixie was grown-out completely and shaping itself into this quasi-Rachel-from-Friends-cut. I think staying up all night hit the nail in the coffin for me, I needed to do something really nice for myself and since I had been really, really good about not spending money on myself lately, I needed to splurge.
And it was so freaking worth it. I have totally found my new salon and stylist who was SO SWEET and kept me entertained with stories about how he lived on the Upper West Side and two guys from The Blue Man Group were his neighbors in the 90's (I made all Tobias Fünke references to myself, of course), and we actually started talking about philosophy, which as you know was the precise moment he won me over.
Now here's the most interesting thing that I'm going to flail about for a good long while, he did a dry cut.
Let me frame it better; when I came in we had a brief consultation. I told him I had this grown-out pixie and the roots were lighter than the ends and it was going to start growing in blonde soon so I had no trouble getting rid of a lot of the dyed hair, that I wanted something short but still piecey in the front and sides. He was down with it, doing something pixie-short in the back and choppy and disconnected in the front to contrast it. Awesome, I got my hair shampooed and came back to the chair where the assistant toweled my hair a bit-and then she started blow-drying it.
First I thought that maybe he liked to work with hair that wasn't sopping wet, or that she was just doing the roots. but no, the brushes came out and my hair was being properly blow-dried. I asked them why, and the stylist explained that for the past 5 years he had been using a dry cutting technique since he'd spent 20+ years in hair and needed a change. Dry cutting isn't something I've never heard of, I watch my reality hairshow crack like Tabatha's Salon Takeover and Shear Genius and I know it's done, I've just never seen it done in person, or had it done to me since I would trim my own bangs in high school. (Yes I had bangs in high school. I was a teenage idiot.)
I'm pretty adventurous when it comes to my hair, I've only once regretted a truly bad haircut, and that was over the summer when some lady BUTCHERED the sides of my head and I had to wear my hat in 80 degree weather because it was so heinous. But when the guy is the owner of the damn salon, has already told me he's been cutting hair longer than I've been alive, I feel pretty good about just letting it happen and trusting the person with the scissors.
Dry cutting is SO. AWESOME. It's actually really cool to just watch how the scissors are manipulated against each strand for that even/unevenness, but not in a blunt way like a razor would. I don't know how to explain it but it creates these soft, natural wisps of hair instead of jagged ends. You feel length being taken away but you don't feel like it's being shorn out in slices. But what really sold me on it was this:
In the past, I've noticed whenever I get my hair cut wet/damp for like 3 minutes it looks awesome, and then the stylist brings out the hairdryer, and I start screaming in my head:
"NOOOOO I HAVE A FLATIRON AT HOOOOOME! STOP OMG IT WILL GET REALLY POOFY!"
But I end up saying:
"Um, you really don't have to, I can just go home and flatiron it-okayyoualreadystartednevermind."
So it usually happens anyway. They FLOOF up my hair. There's no other word I can use to describe it, they add volume, shine, and FLOOF and it looks like the sides of a bundt cake and I grit my teeth and pat myself on the shoulder for remembering to bring a hat. I then jam the hat on my head, run home and wash/flatiron the crap out of it until the FLOOF goes away and it stops curving into my bloody ear making me want to kill things.
Dry cutting completely sidesteps this whole predicament since they made my hair all blown dry & FLOOFY and then they cut it down, eliminating the dreaded FLOOF along the way. It was really weird how just reversing those steps sort of threw me out of the cut and when it was done I was just like "Oh! Wait, you don't have to-oh my gosh it's actually done! And I love it!" There was no waiting for it to be dried off and styled while I squirmed in my chair and looked at what I knew was a good haircut become buried with a cone of FLOOF.
Okay, I really really like saying FLOOF. I'll do it once more. FLOOOOOOOF. There.
So basically, I have become a dry-cut convert and I gave him a huge tip because the cut is making me all happyfaced and damn it, I needed to do something awesome for myself today. YAY!
I would show you pics but right now I am suffering from lack of natural light + darkish base color + too much eyeliner. So no matter where or how I take the photo, I look like it's 1984 and I'm heading out to see Siouxsie & the Banshees. Not that that's a bad thing, of course! I just need to wash out the salon stuff and take a proper photo tomorrow.
Now! I am going to eat a sensible dinner and hopefully sleep, as tomorrow I will be host to BAT-TIMM-BER-MAN-FEST tomorrow, in honor of the day ignited was successfully programmed and booted up for the first time born.
Stef, I went and bought you some actual COKE. Because I like your face. ;D