What is it that these salons do to one's hair that for the rest of the day, one walks as if in a trance, among the clouds, feeling on top of the world , elated at having the most luxurious(that includes silky, curly, soft, rough, flowing, glowing, voluminous, colored, tinted- any and all combinations that one wants and craves for) tresses in the entire world!!!??
Every time I visit my stylist at the salon, the minute she seats me in the magic swivel chair of hers, I demand "Can you do what it takes so I have voluminous, soft, silky hair with a new style? I am bored with what I have now!". She smiles unfailingly(I am sure she smirks inwards and adds x=x+1 to her count of customers who've wished for the same)and chirps "Sure, lets get your hair washed first."
And off we go, for the next 30 minutes or so, she treats my hair to some kind of royal ritual. Giggling like a kid, I sit in eager anticipation of the outcome.
"There, you're all done now!" she announces and Voila! she swivels my chair after some 10 mins of continued whirring with the blow dryer and brush. In the mirror, while for one instant my eyes espy a hair fairy replete with the dryer taking the place of a wand. I also see a familiar face but with a freshly minted hair-do. The hair has been brushed until it shines, the shampoo and conditioner have done wonders to the texture, the additional sprays and gels and mousse and the rest of the concoction coterie that have been loaded make the hair sparkle and set in an obedient position.
As I twirl my head in a myriad different angles so I can catch a glimpse of how it all looks, the hair fairy glows with pride and purpose. When I am finally done and she rests the mirror that she has been holding up for the past few minutes, I ask her innocently "Hm, so this is gonna last till I wash next. Can I visit you every 2-3 days after washing my hair, so you can set and style my hair for me?". Her grin widens and then she chortles gleefully and says "Yea, right! Why don't you learn to blow dry your hair well?". But I do blowdry, and with my kind of attention span, its not too long before I thrust hairbrush and dryer down with impatience and proclaim "Style be damned, I am done!". There ends my enthusiasm to achieve hairdo perfection.
These short lived glories are so disappointing. One minute you are up in the clouds, the next minute you are down in the dumps with a succession of bad hair days. I guess thats part of the strategy to make these salon visits a makeover dream. I'm convinced mine was a very tempting(irresistible?) offer wherein the said stylist could have a regular guaranteed source of income , but would she really like to be styling the same head of hair every 2-3 days? Maybe monotony isn't a foible in the hairstyling world.
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Babies haven't any hair:
Old men's heads are just as bare;
From the cradle to the grave
Lies a haircut and a shave.
~Samuel Goodman Hoffenstein
Brush strokes
Wednesday, November 29, 2006Posted by Altoid at 4:41 PM
Labels: Everything in between
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2 mint(s) of wisdom:
Nice post!! And can totally empathize :--)
I went to the salon recently and came out feeling exactly the same!
Just how do they do the magic?! Before going to the salon I think my hair will never have moksha, but they do the impossible! :--))
Hey SK
:( Over the weekend, "the hair" has shed its style! I even considered the chances of "NOT" washing my hair! :D
No, dont be afraid, wash-I did.
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