What’s hair got to do with it

Five years ago when I moved to the Hoosier state I was in need of a hair stylist. I had a wonderful stylist in Louisiana and parting ways was just plain sorrow. For the better part of 2 years, I searched for the one who would one day cut these black locks of mine. During the time of searching I had some pretty bang-up haircuts. The slogan “You get what you pay for” resonated time and time again.

Ben had his own hair issues around the same time, but those tales can be saved for another day.

One day I received a local circular and within the pages was a new salon opening near my house. There are plenty of salons around my house, but at that given time I was not willing to pay more than $50 bucks for a haircut. I even remember a specific moment when I declared “I will never pay $50 bucks for a haircut.” If you’ve been around this blog long enough, you know two things (1) I should never say never and (2) I eat my words on a regular basis. This particular salon was offering a discount for new clients, so naturally I was intrigued. I made my appointment with Helene, with my coupon, and my haircut was going to be less than $50 bucks! Upon arrival, I was introduced to the salon, their products, and their mantra of doing business. An added perk was the fact that tips were not accepted. The prices were final and gratuity and what have you had already been built into the price. The salon was already a winner in my mind because I used to have gratuity anxiety when tipping hair stylists.

The first shampoo had me sold. The European products are like no other and their “shampoo bar” is just like a 10 minute trip to the spa. Helene knows her way around a pair of scissors. The rest is history and I will be forever loyal to Helene. She even had the flu one time and I think that day was one of my best haircuts. There’s no telling how much I would be willing to pay for Helene. The prices are already enough to feed a small village, but even Ben will agree that a good haircut is money well spent.

My new do is all about different parts and accenting the red/brown streaks that magically appeared. Seriously, my hair is starting to turn reddish brown without the help of chemical enhancements unless Flintstones vitamins fall into that category. My mom has red hair so it makes sense, right? (wink) Actually that would admit having a genetic relation to the Lovells and I’m not ready to go there just yet:).

So I just did a post completely on my hair. Back to the real world where Ben is singing “You’re so vain” by Carly Simon and looking straight at me.