Back Combing, Big Hair, without a cute southern accent is just not ME!

Okay, the only thing I want to say about The OFFICE is Dwight, knife, dummy, and using it on his face! lol!!! I'm STILL laughing!!! Yuck with Jack Black kissing the old lady...bleh!

Don't You Hate It When you go to a Hair Salon walking in with you hair done how you are use to...but walking out with your hair ratted up like the sixties and wishing you had a southern drawl?

Let me just tell you. I'm not a BIG hair person. It doesn't look good on me...in fact, I've tried it, and when I try and rat my hair to give it some volume...I end up driving around on the SHORT bus...

no lie...

It just doesn't look good on me.

I go and get my hair done because I love getting it washed, feeling it cut and dried, and laying just how it's suppose to.

With my regular hair lady who retired a year ago, I always walked away fromt he salon looking like and feeling like a million dollars...I have been flouncing around desperate to find another one that I trust and love just as much as her.

I found a really cute girl here where I live...but couldn't get in to see her and the highlights of gray by my ears were shouting 911!

So I decided to throw caution to the wind and try another hair dresser, who knows, maybe she would be better than the other one? I have been having problems with my bangs, so maybe the NEW lady would cut them better and they would lay normal?

It wasn't my OTHER hair dresser's fault...my bangs are finicky and I feel that they miss my retired hair dresser...so they are having a rebellious streak where anyone else attempting to cut them is in for it... *shakes head*

So I walk into the hair salon, with the NEW hair dresser, and things are going nicely. The 6 degrees of separation play a hand in our conversation and it turns out I taught her daughter a dance piece in high school a few years ago and her daughter is also marrying a guy that I grew up with.

We picked a color...goes GREAT with my eyes BTW...and she cut my hair...did a fabulous job.

Then it came to the styling part of it all. The part I cringe and hope that I walk out feeling like a model and not like an alien.

But such wasn't my luck that day.

As I'm talking with the hair stylist and she has me turned away from the mirror, I FEEL her begin to rat or back comb my hair.

OH NO, I thought...how do I tell her nicely that I'm not a back comber? Can I tell her I'm allergic to ratted hair? Will she go for it? What to do?

Me: "Yea, well, ummm...I should have probably said this since we barely know each other...but I"m not a BIG hair kind of girl...so a nice round brush and a straightener and I'm good to go."

Back Combing Hair Dresser: Laughs..."Oh I don't like Big Hair either...I'm just going to back comb it and then I'll tame it down. The other Hair Dresser here, Kim, She LOVES big hair...she is from Tremonton, UT, they ALL like big hair there...it's so funny because everyone goes walking out of here looking like her with BIG hair." She laughs again, as she continues to rat, spray hair spray, and rat again.

Me: I'm getting really queasy at this point so I say, "Oh my GOSH...totally forgot I have to be somewhere in like 3 minutes...so just go ahead and comb it through and I'll just go however I am...sorry, I'm so dumb sometimes" looks at her sheepishly. I totally lied for the sake of not throwing up!

Back Combing Hair Dresser: "Oh!....Okay. Just let me finish this, it will just take a second." Rat, Rat, Comb, Spray, Rat, Comb, Spray. "Okay, I'm done." During that time, my husband stopped by to grab the keys he needed for the van to get his sunglasses. I knew it was bad when he stopped, looked up at me, and then his jaw hit the floor. He recovered quickly enough, but that meant one of two things.

Either I looked WAY HOT!

Or I didn't.

I'm going to venture...I didn't.

So when she turned me around to look in the mirror...My imagination of how it looked at how it REALLY looked was too kind. It was monstorous!!! I would have screamed if my etiquette of human communication would have allowed me to. My hair was not just big...it was HUGE!!! I felt like one of those women who had big hair and a southern drawal. Not the charming, classy, beautiful big hair southern women...but the ones that TRY to be charming and classy with BIG hair...

Instead when she asked, "How do you like it?"

I replied, "The color is beautiful"...I believe I might have even slipped in a sarcastic drawal when I said that, paid her, and ran out the door!!!

I jumped in my Van and tried with all my might to undo the snarls with my fingers. It was like trying to dig at a cement wall.

Yea...I hate it when that happens. What's worse was having to face my all to can't-wait-to-make-fun-of-Shelle spouse when I saw him next. Lets not even go INTO the bangs people...think 80's and feathers...

Let's just say...next time, my 911 gray hairs will just have to WAIT!!!

What about you? Ever had a similar experience? Or do you not mind because BIG HAIR is fabulous on you and you were blessed with being charming, classy, and have a cute southern drawal?

Love,

Shelle