But my current hairstylist has got to go.
And it's not because she does a bad job. In fact, I love the highlights she puts in my hair.
And it's not that she is expensive. In fact, she is one of the most affordable hairstylists that I have ever been to for highlights. (Um, excluding the time I got wild with the Sun-In, left it in too long and gave my hair a nice set of green highlights. But we won't count that.)
And it's not that she is hard to talk to or that we run out of things to say when we are together. In fact, she will talk about herself and nothing but herself the entire time that I am there.
The reason I need to begin the quest for a new hairdresser is that she is completely inconsiderate of my time. She is always late. And I'm not talking 3 or 4 minutes. Yesterday was the third time that she was more than 20 minutes late.
Even as I am typing this, I am kicking myself for not finding someone else sooner. But I kept making excuses for her...she's cheap, she gives great highlights, I don't have to make a lot of small talk since she will do all the talking, she's cheap...
But yesterday as she walked up to the salon door at 10:26 am for a 10:00 am appointment talking about the weather and not even apologizing for being almost thirty minutes late, I knew I wasn't going to be able to take it any longer.
I am going to have to begin the search for a new hairstylist and I've only got 6 weeks to find one. Everyone I've asked is adamant that I see their hairstylist. But I have high standards.
I want great highlights but I want them cheap.
So over the next 6 weeks, as my roots begin to show, I will start to panic and begin to ask everyone I know for recommendations. But I will put it off and put it off because finding a new hair stylist is a lot like going on a blind date and seriously, who wants that hassle? I mean, I'm married. I shouldn't have to deal with the pressures of blind dates and dating and all that.
But as my roots get darker and darker, I will begin to peek down the hair color aisle every time I'm in CVS or Wal-Mart and think silly things like I could so do my own hair. And how hard could it really be to color my own hair?
That's when I'm going to need all of you guys to remind me of the green hair incident of the summer of 1994. Because let's face it, a 25-year-old can pull off Sun-In green hair (especially when she is tan and thin) but a 38-year-old can not (especially when she is pasty white and well, not so thin.)
So, if you know a stylist who does good highlights cheap, then call me.
Otherwise, I'm going to end up kicking myself all the way back to my old stylist, and grumbling under my breath when she's 30 minutes late, and telling myself while I wait that I could so do my own highlights....