Just Trying to Get a Haircut

Today we were blessed by a visit from the grandparents so I was able to kiss baby Ruth goodbye and go get a much-needed haircut. Being that she can't go longer than 43 seconds without needing her BOOBIE!!!!! I decided that a venture to my beloved Will at Whistle in Manhattan was out of the question, so I headed over to Hue. I also decided to throw an eyebrow wax in there so I could feel like a sexpot again.

I've gotten my hair cut at Hue twice before, largely without incident, though the cut I got when I was 8 months pregnant was accompanied by a diatribe on the horrors of birth and the agonies of breastfeeding. Um, if I am turning the pages it's because I am reading a magazine so please stop talking, okay? I will still give you a tip, don't worry.

I showed up right at 12:45 for my eyebrow wax, and then sat there on the couch thumbing through a ratty Glamour for 20 minutes. When they called my name, I said that since it had been 20 minutes I could no longer get an eyebrow wax because I didn't have enough time to wait around. The woman up front was like, "But she can do it in like two minutes! Or you can come back for a free one tomorrow or Sunday." I wasn't sure I was brave enough for a two-minute eyebrow wax, but I reckoned that even spermy brows would be an improvement over the caterpillars that have hitched a ride on my face. Thankfully, two minutes got me natural brows--and no charge. I figure they forgot that I made the appointment.

Up next, the haircut. The woman up front hustled my over to the stylist where they proceeded to argue with each other over what kind of cut I wanted. I said, "Just a trim, clean it up, and I'm growing out my bangs," and when the stylist asked, "How about some face framing layers" the up front woman jumped in and said, "That's not what she wants." They went back and forth for a few minutes and I figure they came to some sort of conclusion that sounded like they weren't going to shave my head or give me a perm so why fight? It's not my nature.

Things started to get dicey in the shampoo seat, but that's really my fault because Wesley and I have joined the "no poo" movement and have been using only baking soda and apple cider vinegar on our hair for the last 3 months. It totally works, I'm so not even kidding about that. So I asked her not to use shampoo, just a little conditioner on the ends and she said, "Is it because you just had scalp surgery?" Why yes I have! Don't pull too hard, it'll come right off!

Once in the chair, she trimmed an inch off the very back across the bottom, then started to blowdry. I asked, "Are you going to trim the layers in the front?" She picked up the front and said, "You want me to cut this, too?" I said, "If you wouldn't mind. It's been 6 months since my last haircut and I would really like for it to look cleaned up while it grows out." She had this look on her face while she did it like I had asked her to shave a Rite-Aid logo into the side of my head.

I will say that I was quite pleased with the resulting cut & blow out. She did a nice job. But as she was finishing up, she goes, "I know what you're worried about. You just had a baby and you think your hair is falling out. Don't worry, it'll stop and come back."

And then she gave me her card and told me to ask for her the next time I come in. Roger that!