#Movenorth makeover

I got bored.

I’ve been contemplating it for a while, but I finally did it.

Mostly, because I’m picky. I wanted it done at a place I trust. I didn’t want to scrounge for a decent place in Stamford. I just wanted to get it over with. Not to mention the fact that it had been a while.

Except, I didn’t realize she was there. Whoops? The man at the desk took me, showed me the book, we picked it out together…he was fabulous and despite how he kept dropping “girlfriend” into the conversation, I couldn’t help but sense the Gay-dar coming out. I loved him more for that.

What am I talking about? I went brunette. Dark brunette, about a shade darker than I probably would have liked but m’eh. It’s about a shade (maybe 2?) darker than my natural color, which you can see in the roots in the before picture. Also, I cut it all off. I had grown my hair out slightly for the wedding, it was getting longer than I like it to be.

(excuse the awful pictures via iPhone)

Before. Pardon the awful ponytail bump, bad roots and awkward smile.

After. Excuse the dirty mirror, and “I just ran a few errands, haven’t showered because I’m going to be taking the dog for a run soon” look. You can’t really see the length but it brushes the top of my shoulder. Much shorter than before.

I have to give a review though, I’ve been going to Bubbles Salon for about the past year. It’s a great salon right on the hill and a chain that has locations in a few different spots around DC including the Pentagon City Galleria. I had one stylist, that did my highlights and my trims leading up to the wedding, but yesterday I went in and a dude took me. I didn’t realize she was working until later when she said hello to me and asked how my wedding was – I liked her well enough but I never fully warmed up to her for some unknown reason. I’m picky, in my five years in Boston I got my hair cut exactly twice and both times they were disasters by small Asian women who barely spoke english. After those two experiences, I went home to the stylist I had been using since I was fifteen. Even for my first year or so in DC, I still only got my hair cut when I went home, even if it meant going up to six months without doing anything to my hair.

Trust issues with my hair? I haz ‘dem.

But the dude yesterday? That I quasi-cheated on my stylist with? He was incredible. I’d come back to DC just to have him do my hair.

Alas, I know hubs won’t allow that, so I’ll just have to find a stylist up in CT after the beginning of the year to do mine. Maybe I’ll use the one that my MIL and SIL use up in his hometown…we’ll see.

Do you have trust issues with your hair????

Tagged as: DC, hair, Life in a nutshell