I had my hair done today and I was overdue, per usual. My ends were stringy; I had roots. Basically I was one missed shampoo shy of looking like a homeless woman. I’m really bad about pushing it. When I met with clients at work face-to-face I was much better about the hair upkeep. Now I interact solely on the phone or via e-mail with clients so the need to maintain my hair just sort of takes a back seat. I still refuse to wear a scrunchie outside the house, though.
My hair dresser up and quit yesterday so I got to see the owner of the salon as they were shuffling appointments. This was really a treat since the salon owner charges close to three times what my hairdresser charged, does spots on local TV, and her clients include a lot of local broadcast TV personalities.
I have a photographer I can recommend, but since she’s only 6, you’ll have to provide transportation as her Barbie scooter limits her to our driveway.
The salon owner basically said what I already knew, sitting there in the chair in my black smock, looking at my fried ends that definitely took some damage at the beach. I was too blonde, so she toned it down.
But then she asked me if I’d noticed hair loss after I had Miss A. And I had to say yes. I remember taking a shower and pulling out strands of hair every time I shampooed. She showed me how my new hair growth was thinning out. Visions of me as a little old lady with bald spots and wearing support hose ran through my mind.
So now mama’s got her some new fancy shampoo and conditioner for thinning hair.
Hey, I still don’t have any gray, though.