is quickly becoming a resource for everything you may need. Eye exams, banking, dining and hair stylists are just a few of the extras at a super center.
I'm not one to make appointments. I want a service when I want it and Walmart hair stylist fits right into that niche. Change your oil, rotate your tires, get your new eye glasses and have your hair styled...all at the same store.
You sign your name and luck of the draw you get the next stylist who is available. I am pretty easy to please with a hair cut. I wanted short. I say Twiggy, I mention Alyssa Milano, Mia Farrow...I am with a child! She knows none of these ancient stars. I finally suggested the poop yogurt lady, Jamie Lee Curtis, and she finally knew because she had seen the commercial for Activia.
Having a picture in your head is far different than trying to relay it to a stylist. Now she has a base. I want no bangs, care free hair...she starts to work. I quickly become a crested water bird or a full dog tick, not sure which look I had. I said take the crest off unless you want to dye it red. I am either her worst customer of the day or the most fun, she hasn't decided yet.
We jointly decide the crest has to go. The stylist says but Jamie Lee has a spike, yep, had them before. That's it. Cut it off. She finally pulls out the clippers and goes to town on my hair. She also discovered the sides of my hair grow forward, I have two crowns. my hair wants to naturally part in the middle and is very thick...a stylist's nightmare. I simply said, Cut it the way it grows. She thins the top finally enough that it spikes instead of cresting, she shaves the back and the sides and still is not sure if I will be happy. I run my hand through my hair and said, yep, that't it. I tipped a hundred percent so she got compensated for putting up with my strangeness.
I think next time I will ask for a Mark Harmon haircut and see what I get.
Andrew liked my new style. Hubby says nothing. He knows it's usually safer that way. Lizzy liked it even after it was messed up or maybe it was the Big Mack scent left on my face.
We compared our spikes.
Lizzy gives her approval
and then hides her face.
I'm still not sure what she thinks
but like the rest of the people around here
If I keep cooking, the hair style doesn't matter.
