When I was three years old, I was so excited because I was going to be a flower girl at my aunt’s fancy wedding in Chicago. I had the most beautiful dress, the fanciest shoes, embroidered lacy white bobby socks, … and access to scissors.
So of course, right before the wedding I cut my bangs (and as much hair on my crown as I could reach) right down to the scalp.
I think that was the first time I exercised my penchant for personal hair styling – one that has continued throughout my 64 years, much to the dismay of the PROFESSIONAL stylists who are (un)lucky enough to call me their client.
What have I done to deserve the title “Most Challenging Person Who Has EVER Sat In My Chair”? Well, over the years …
- I’ve straightened my hair (“Hi Melanie, can you suggest anything for these burns on my scalp?”)
- I’ve dyed my hair colors that were somehow off the official color spectrum (“Hi, Melanie, can you fix this sort-of-purpley-orange hair?”)
- I’ve “streaked” my hair (“Hi Melanie, can you do anything about the green color in my hair?”)
- I’ve cut my hair into a shag (“Hi Melanie, can you even out my layers?”)
- I’ve, of course, cut my bangs (“Hi Melanie, can you make my hair grow?”)
I’ve even had the nerve to deny doing ANYTHING AT ALL to my hair – while sitting right in front of her all uneven and smelling of formaldehyde.
As you can probably imagine, “Melanie” is the most patient person in the world!! She has not only put up with my scary mistakes, she has actually made me look normal despite whatever challenges I’ve thrown her way. And as time has gone by (and because Melanie assured me she’d see me ANYTIME I wanted to do something so I REALLY didn’t need to do it myself!!!!!) I stopped styling/ruining my own hair and have relied solely on her to keep me looking good (keep in mind what she has to work with).
BUT in March the pandemic hit.
… I think you know where this is going …
FOR NINE MONTHS I HAVE NOT been able to see Melanie. And yep, for some reason, EVEN THOUGH I HAVE NO SOCIAL LIFE, ONLY USE ZOOM ON AUDIO, and barely leave the house at all, I’ve felt compelled to “do” my hair. With lots of time on my hands and access to scissors and an entire array of hair products online, I’ve reawakened my inner stylist. (I even tried to buy professional strength keratin online, but was thwarted by the requirement to enter my professional license number … and YES, I totally considered making one up!)
Let’s just say there’s a reason for the pink wig!
So Melanie – get ready. Because as soon as I get that vaccination, I am heading your way!