The Power of a Hairdresser

I had my hair cut and coloured a couple of weeks ago and some people will know that I wasn’t entirely happy with it. Generally I absolutely love going to the hairdressers. It is such a luxury and a thing of indulgence and an important part of my self care routine. A perfect trip to the hair salon would usually entail having a little discussion with the stylist about what they are going to do with my hair today. Actually ideally a two way discussion about what will suit me perfectly and be right for my particular hair type and lifestyle. This would be followed by a shampoo and conditioner and a head massage, I love it – it is so relaxing. Honestly, what’s not to like about having the luxury of someone actually washing your hair for you?! Finally the actual haircut and finish and then, ideally, happily leave the salon feeling like a princess who has just spent a day at a luxury spa. What bliss huh?

Fairly recently I started going to a new hairdresser, this was my second visit, and I guess we don’t know each other well enough yet. My hair is extremely thick and I have lots of it – loads and loads in fact. If it were left to it’s own devices I would look like a complete yeti! I appreciate that my hair is possibly quite hard to cut in a good style because it is so thick and it’s quite straight, well with a slight wave. I don’t feel like I ask for much though. All I want is for my hair to look nice so I feel nice. Oh and I like it to look a bit ‘edgy’ if you know what I mean by that. I want to look a bit younger than I am – let’s be honest – who doesn’t?! And I want my hair to look like it’s been cut by a stylist, not by a cheeky chimpanzee with a pair of secateurs.

A couple of years ago I tried a salon that was new to me and the young stylist obviously didn’t have much experience of thick hair because she cut it into a really weird shape. Of course it was blow dried in the salon and didn’t look too bad so I paid, rebooked (because that’s what you’re supposed to do) and left. I’m not the sort of person to make a fuss about things so I didn’t say I wasn’t entirely happy. In the morning when I woke up my hair had taken on some really really weird shape. It was sticking out it in every direction you would have thought possible – and every direction you wouldn’t have thought possible. I washed it and dried it and straightened it and all I could do was cry. It was hideous. I emailed the salon (because it’s easier than phoning) and just said I wanted to cancel my rebooked appointment- I know, what a chicken! Anyway as it happens they phoned me and left a message for me to call back. I rang back and they invited me in for someone to fix my hair. The stylist that cut it this time even said she didn’t quite know what the girl had done! She said, “ooh it’s a bit chunky monkey isn’t it?” Err yeah just a bit! Anyway she did manage to sort it out the best she could, but I didn’t return.

From a personal point of view though, I think it is so difficult to find a hairdresser that cuts my hair exactly how I want it. No, actually that’s not entirely correct, I have had a couple in the past that have been complete superstars and made me feel so wonderful and happy when I’ve left. These stylists are ones that have done my hair so well that when I’ve gone to work, loads of people have complimented me on my haircut. This in turn boosts my confidence and can make me feel really happy. I know looks aren’t everything, but to me, I feel so much better when I know I look ok. Unfortunately these lovely people have left for one reason or another. There was a guy who used to cut my hair perfectly and he left to become an electrician! What a waste to the hairdressing world! I had a lovely lady that totally ‘got’ my hair and cut it beautifully but she left to have a baby and didn’t go back to the salon, that was such a shame too. So I am still on the lookout for my perfect stylist.

I’m very sorry if I sound really moany – also I know that it is far better to have thick hair than too thin hair.  I do empathise with people with thin hair as I know how that can feel too, not through my own experience, but because of family affected by thin hair. I know that thin hair can be completely draining on someone’s confidence.

So, back to what what happened a couple of weeks ago… My hair was cut ok but left really thick and it just made me feel uncomfortable. It didn’t sit right and felt too chunky.  I did say at the time but the stylist said she thought it looked nice so – as I usually do – I left politely with a smile and rebooked. (I didn’t leave a tip though.) The colour wasn’t quite as I would have wanted either but that is my fault because we didn’t go through a colour chart, so I’ll accept that. In the morning my hair still looked chunky and a bit ‘Lego’ do you know what I mean by that?  I also felt uncomfortable because – in the extremely hot weather we are having at the moment in the U.K., it felt like I had an blanket on my head because it was still so thick.   I phoned up and said it was completely my fault but please could I have a little bit more chopping into and thinning of my hair. The receptionist was lovely and I arranged to go in that afternoon. The hairdresser wasn’t very happy about it but she did slice into it a little for me so it does look better than it did.

So, hair stylists have so much power over us. They can affect how we look and how we feel.  As an extreme, they can be responsible for our whole image and how we portray ourselves. If I’ve been to the hairdressers and had a pleasant experience and a good haircut it makes me feel good about myself. If I have a bad haircut it makes me feel like crap.

I’m sure somewhere out there, will be my perfect hair stylist, who will completely understand my hair and know how it will suit me best.  Someone who can cut my hair and make me feel like a million dollars and possibly make me look a little bit younger.  Someone who can boost my  confidence.  Somewhere…

How do you feel about going to the hairdressers? Do you enjoy it and treat it as a treat? (Excuse the pun!)  Maybe you aren’t bothered one way or another and it’s not on your list of priorities.  I’d love to know what you think 🙂

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I’m Fiona, a UK blogger trying to live a positive life. I love cats, dogs, animals, cooking, flowers and pretty things, in no particular order. I have lots of time for nice people and I’d love to help you have a positive outlook. I write about my experiences, lifestyle, and sometimes just random thoughts.

10 thoughts on “The Power of a Hairdresser

  1. I agree! It’a hard to find a hairdresser that totally gets the look you want. I found mine after several hair disasters. The salon where she works is a little bit expensive but I still go there because she really does a good job.

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  2. I used to love going to the hairdressers when I liv d in England – best thing ever! I haven’t had one single cut that hadn’t been a hideous disappointment since moving to upstate NY. It’s become stressful and unpleasant even thinking about making an appointment. I’ve chickened out now and only get my hair done when I go to visit my dad in Ireland. I’m planning a move to North Carolina and I’ll try again there but upstate NY hairdressers – pretty sure they trained on camels!

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  3. This is why I always just play it safe, because I’m scared of anything going wrong! Sorry to hear you had a bad experience but I’m sure you still look fabulous, even if you didn’t feel it 😦 Also, well done for going back!

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