This picture is M’s interpretation of my new haircut. Why such a big deal? Because it actually is. In an effort to save time and money, I cut hair for the entire family and for the past 18 months this has included my own. Now, I wouldn’t recommend this to anyone because even I know that this takes money-saving a bit too far, but the truth is, I think I do a decent job of cutting hair. Mark has gotten terrible haircuts the last few times he’s gotten a professional hair cut so I’ve had to re-cut it anyway. My own hair…I don’t know. I’ve dyed and cut my hair on and off since I was 16, so not a big deal, but lately it’s been really bothering me with its messy length and no-style shape so I guess I must have had enough. Of course in true ME fashion, once I made up my mind to get it cut I needed to do it NOW, so I called up a salon that actually got a lot of recommendations for another blogger over at Door Sixteen. The clincher was the price – $50 (I actually paid $60 for a junior stylist), but that figure was a number I thought I could actually afford, though in reality is probably the most I’ve paid for a cut. I had really good hair when I was in grad school and living in the East Village. I went to a Japanese salon a block away from my apartment to a woman named Seiko who understood how to cut thick Asian hair. We experimented with short hair, bangs, long hair, color and I thought that I would be lost without her. Sure enough, one day she vanished and I’ve been like an orphan without a stylist every since.
My last professional haircut was right before I had Miss C. After finding out that I was already 5 cm dilated at my 36 week appointment, I stumbled out of the train station straight from the OB’s office and went to the nearest salon right outside the subway entrance. Getting my haircut was on my list of things to do before the baby came so I was freaked out about the possibility of not being able to go down my list. I was having painful contractions the whole time the stylist was cutting my hair, making her a bit nervous. It really wasn’t a very good haircut.
So how was my first salon experience in 18 months? I don’t consider myself looking like a soccer-mom at all, but I admit to feeling a bit like one when I stepped into the salon. I know, at the very least, that I was probably the oldest one in the room. But I could tell the haircut was going well when long strands of hair started falling. Most people I’ve gone to in recent years haven’t understood that I need a lot of hair cut off, even when kept long, to thin it out. I left the salon a lot lighter and can’t wait to wash it out tomorrow (I hate the whole blow drying thing – I think it actually does give me soccer-mom hair, plus I’m sort of enjoying the way my hair has changed from straight to wavy, post pregnancy). I don’t know if this means that I’ll start going to the salon more often, but friends who know me, don’t fret – I haven’t changed. I have a whole family who needs haircuts this week, even little baby Claudine who’s getting quite shaggy and is sporting an (almost) mullet.