Apr 22, 2009 15:50
I went to the hairdresser today, which is something I've neglected to do for AGES. My roots had grown out about 4" and my hair was looking tangled and thin, ugh.
The reason I've been avoiding the salon that I normally use (since moving here), is because the stylist that I kept getting was irritable, mostly silent, ignored what *I* wanted done to my hair and never made sure I had a magazine to read, or a cup of tea. In other words, she was a fucking bitch. Added to which, they charge a fortune.
Anyway, today I went to a salon right near my house. It is one of those "granny" places at first sight and I wasn't sure... But actually they have all kinds of clients, once you get in there. I told them what I wanted and waited to see what would happen.
Guess what? My hair is the colour I chose, the exact length I asked for (and no layers forced on me against my instructions), I was offered tea, I was chatted to so much that I didn't NEED a magazine to read... And they were almost half the price of the other place!
Good old "Pauline's" and FUCK YOU "Shine"! I know where I'm having my hair done from now on.