Chic Entry (Tchik not Sheek)

So I got my hair done last night. At a salon. For the first time in forever (I had been going to my sister-in-law).

Changes since I have last been in a hairdressing establishment:

• Free consultations
• 3-tiered prices, Artistic, Stylistic and Master
• Volumizer that smells like Sweet Tarts
• Three-process colouring (what in tarnation is that?)
• Glazing
• Massaging hairwashing chair (normally, leaning back like that with a wet head weighing you down used to be it's own special kind of torturous hell, but someone got smart and made them comfy, and vibrating!)
• The prices! WTF? 225 for a cut and colour (yeah but don't forget it was three-process colouring)... JEEZ!

I think maybe I'll go back every second or third time (prices vs pampering). I like the result - a little blonder than before, a little more shapely. I still don't love my hair, but I'm workin my way back to you babe. Someday we'll get it back to rights.

Note to self: Never cut hair short again, the growing out process is more than we can handle. That is all.

not comfy

waaaaaay comfy!