As Hawaiian Santa was walking towards me I thought, “This is going to be no good.” I should have followed that instinct and run out the door. But I didn’t, so he takes me back, sits me in a chair, and asks what I would like done. I tell him just a trim. He looks at me and says, “Well, I don’t really feel like cutting hair today.”
WHAT?!?!?!?!!! Um, hello Hawaiian Braided Santa, that is your job! What do you mean you don’t FEEEEEL like cutting hair?! (I have to slow down I am getting too excited, deep breaths) Before I could react to the ludicrous statement the
Since the biggest mistake of my life, letting Hair Butchering pony tail wearing Hawaiian Santa Clause touch my hair, I have vowed to only go to professional salons where people actually like girls with pretty haircuts, who like their job, and who know what the heck they are doing! I have stayed true to this and have had the best hair stylist since that tragic day since. The best of the best is my girl Kali Hana! She is just the cutest thing and is a lean mean (actually more dainty and cute than mean) hair styling Queen. I could sit in Kali’s chair all day, every day. She has the gift and more importantly she LOVES her job, so even on days she doesn’t feel like being a stylist, she does it anyways and she’s good at it. And I am positive she doesn’t tell her clients she doesn’t want them sitting in her chair, taking up her time; but rather continues to give them the perfect cut and color every time.
Sadder than Hawaiian Butchering Santa, is that Kali is not here in Paris! For
I walk past salons here in France and cringe not knowing who I can trust with my now overprotected locks of love. I have always had an attachment to my hair, even before Hawaiian Butchering Santa, but now I am protective of who I trust with my mane. I have people who offer to cut my hair for me for free and while most normal people are okay with that, everything inside of me cringes with the offer. I see flashbacks and want to run far far away before they reach out and grab a pair of scissors and start hacking away. My biggest issue is, I don’t know where to go, to get a well done do. Who can I turn to? And on top of that, with my oh so imperfect French, how do I express to them what I want, without coming out, looking like a French Poodle.
This has become quite an immense dilemma and every day I look in the mirror I am just so sad with the state of my tresses. They are dead and flat, rather than full of volume and life as they were in the good ol’ Kali days. Oh Kali how I love the… let me count the ways. I’ll start with 120,000 ways for each of the hairs on my head and go from there.
I I really need is some Fabulous French Hair Artist to come and give my hair some lovin, cause right now, me and my Breck girl hair are hurting, hurting real bad.
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I went for a TRIM 2 days before I graduated high school. I too kept my mouth shut and the lady gave me a mullet with a rat tail. I am SOO NOT KIDDING. I left in shock and then sobbed on the way home. My dad did the billy ray cyrus dance when he saw it.
Thankfully the manager got an earful from my mom and she fixed (and by fixed I mean had to cut it up to my CHIN - it was halfway down my back to start - and do short layers) it for free.
The lady who cut my hair, Carmella a name I won't forget, said to me when she saw me return "some people like mullets, I get requests, I don't see what the problem is". It was 2001 lady! She got demoted for a few months until she could learn to recut hair. :)
yet again I am cracking up at your blog! :) dont worry sunshine, paris girls are suppose to be hairer arent they;) haha I only wish I had a regular hair girl..I chance it everytime with someone new!(depending on the coupon I have that week! lol)
AHH hahahahahha the pics at the end made this blog completely perfect!!!!!
I LOVE KALI (and dont forget she is now Hana Eschaves)!
I cant imagine my life or my hair without her. I wish I wasnt so cheap and would go to her more often. Maybe one day soon I will have the courage to dye it...
awww, i just love and you!
I hate having to find a new stylist - it is never the same. I had a great stylist in Utah - then we moved to Ohio - had an okay one, and now I'm in England. My current stylist is "okay" - I'm still getting used to her. So wish ya the best!
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