Nice Hair
September 8, 2009 kvanvleet
You know you got a bad hair cut when you get to work and multiple people comment, “Hey, you got your hair cut.” and that is it. No follow up. No “wow, it looks great” or “I really like it” or anything that even resembles a compliment. That is my day today… sigh.
When I lived in Scottsdale, I had a styling guru that kept the mop on my head looking fresh and sassy – a feat only a true hair genius can accomplish. I would be out and about town and I would get compliments from strangers all the time – it was great! I got used to being the girl with cute hair.
When I moved to Dallas, the one thing I was not worried about finding was a good hair dresser – I mean, Texas is the land of the big hair after all, so surely, with so much emphasis on hair, the stylist out here should be fantastic. Nothing could be farther from the truth! (as is proven by the rapid decline of random compliments and steady growth of my she-mullet).
It seems with each new attempted salon my hair gets farther and farther from anything resembling fun, sassy hair. I became so desperate that when my sister left me her Allure magazine that had a section on hair stylist – I actually called the one (yes, there was only ONE listed for Dallas) and made an appointment ASAP. This person was written up in a National fashion mag, she worked at the ever chic Frederick Fekkai salon located in Dallas’ most stylish shopping area, Highland Park Village. She MUST be the one I have been looking for.
So, even though the price was much more than I would normally have spent, I decided it would be worth it to finally have enviable hair again.
And then I get the call… just days before my appointment… the girl had to take a leave and the salon did know when she would return – but Derek had an opening close to my original appointment – did I want to see him instead? No. I don’t. But, I am in desperate need of a mullet banishing so I say “OK.” BIG MISTAKE.
I get to the salon, am welcomed and shown around the uber modern pad and introduced to Derek. I explain I want the back under control, I want my fun, sassy, messy hair back. I tell him I don’t do perfect hair. I hate the Kate-Plus-8-Minus-John-plus-his-Gal-Pal-and-camera-crews hair do and that I hate the posh do. I also tell him that I am going to try not to color my hair anymore.
So what does he do? he gives me a perfect hair do – not an ounce of mess or sass or fun to it at all. It is stick straight – and, JUST LIKE Kate+8 – short in the back with side sweep in front. Uhm, hello? Can you hear me? Now, you can clearly see my root stripe and I look exactly how I said I did not want to look and I paid an arm and leg to hate my reflection in the mirror. UGH!!! How is it possible that now I look even worse?!? Thanks a lot Frederick Freakin’ Fekkai. Ever heard of listening to your clients???
So here I am – enduring the “you got your hair cut” while watching the pained expressions on peoples faces as they stop at that and walk away.
Nice Hair Follow Up (10/5/2009)
Retribution! Aha! Well… maybe, I hope so. I got a letter from Frederick Fekkai himself (yeah, right, I really believe that the “stamped” signature means good ol’ Fred has any clue what he sent me). Anyway, a letter none the less stating that Tifanny – the whole reason I event went that swanky salon in the first place, who I have still never laid eyes on and now never will – has left the salon (gee, I wonder why?). But, Frederick wants to assure me that all of thier stylists go through the same rigorous training and are all equally qualified (to ignore you as the chop your locks into what ever horrendus do they want). To make his point, Freddy is offering me a complimentary hair cut with one of the two other stylists – Derek or Julian.
We all know I hope to never see Derek again (or should I say, he hopes he never sees me again!). And, I am loathe to step even a toe back into that over-priced snot-hole… but, I am. To see Julian. ONCE. Just to get my free hair cut so I don’t feel so bad about the small fortune I spent the first time and to buy myself time to find yet another stylist.
Yes, I know, when I leave looking like Sinead O’Connor I will only have myself to blame.
Entry Filed under: Blogroll, Other, Texas and tagged: hair, hair cut, hair salon, hair style, hair stylist, salons, stlyist
1. Melissa&hellip | November 1, 2009 at 7:35 pm
I hate to say it but that’s what you get for moving away from Lori… I think I’m stuck here forever.