I love my hair people. I mean I REALLY love my hair people. I love having my hair done. I don't know which part if my favorite...probably the washing. My Hair Wizard gives a great hair washing. I always make sure to tell him that my hair is extra dirty so that he has to scrub it twice. I think he just does it to be nice.
I met Kirby for the first time when my former hair stylist of 18 years went to Vegas for an extended vacation and I had roots...I mean LOTS of roots. My friend Sara had been singing the praises of Kirby and Delilah for months and I have to tell you that I was intrigued...her hair always looked fabulous. The roots were looking particularly bad one day so I fished out the business card. There is was in my hand...cheating on my hairstylist...almost like cheating on a spouse. I mean, I had been with her longer than Dave. It felt unfaithful. It felt dirty. But my hair was looking pretty ridiculous so I made the call. The Eyebrow Goddess took my information and there it was...my first appointment with Kirby.
I showed up and nearly turned around and left. The pair that greeted me were not quite was I was expecting. Kirby looked like Prince Harry...except taller...and tattoed...Really tattoed...his arms were covered with them. Did I mention that he had a mohawk...well, kinda. And Delilah...she was also quite tattoed (on the back of her neck? MUST have hurt!) and also wearing camoflauge. Women in camo have been known to scare me a little bit...unless it's pink...nobody wearing pink fatigues can really be taken as any sort of serious threat. But she was wearing ACTUAL camoflauge...scary. (Did I mention that SHE was going to put hot wax on my face to remove unwanted hair? At this point I was thinking that I should have done a scouting trip first). So when my mohawked, tattoed, soon-to-be-permanently-coloring-my-hair hair guy asked how I was I immediately replied all honesty "I am terrified...anxiety ridden...I haven't eaten all day..." He laughed and patted my shoulder "You will be fine". And I was.
What I thought was going to be a stressful 3 hours turned into a fun-filled 4 1/2 hour visit. The time passed quickly...as it turns out Kirby and Delilah and I got along famously. It was great. Then he was finished. It was time for the "great reveal". He turned me around and I just stared. (There may have been a gasp)...My hair looked EXACTLY like it always had. No mohawk...no weirdo red coloring in it...Not too dark...not to light...perfection.
Now, you must understand. I am not really a vain person. I just really like my hair to look nice. (If you must know the truth I have a bit of a make-up habit too.)If your hair (and make-up)looks great it doesn't matter if your wearing a ratty old track suit and beat up sneakers. Hair (and make-up) never makes you feel fat. I really feel like hair (and make-up) is important. It is my one (or two)splurge(s)...and at Kirby's it isn't really even a splurge. I was thrilled to find out that he charged less that my former hair person.
So, I am going to the Hair Wizard and the Eyebrown Goddess...tomorrow. I am SO excited. I will tell you the truth...I love it there. I love them. Really...I do. I now take all my kids there for haircuts...on separate days to maximize visitation with my skilled friends. They have an incrediblly comfy couch that I have been known to plop down on and not get up for a ridiculously long period of time. They have a big screen TV and Delilah knows exactly what channels the best cartoons are on. They have an endless candy supply...and they even like my kids...I am pretty sure. I have referred 5 or 6 of my friends to go there. I don't know why...I totally should have kept them as my secret. I have even had a problem getting an appointment a time or two...I was VERY unhappy about that. My mom comes from 1 1/2 hours away to visit the Wizard...he is THAT good.
But when it is MY turn it is me and me alone. Nobody is allowed to accompany me. It is my favorite 4 1/2 hours every couple of months...and not just because of the INCREDIBLE hairwashing. I am going to go to sleep now and dream of slean, well-cut, beautifully died hair with even well-arched eyebrows to match. I will post some pictures tomorrow...after my pampering session.
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