Jul 21 2009
I posted a few wedding pictures on my My Opinion Counts blog and I have a disclaimer. The pictures of me don’t look like me. The ones from the rehearsal dinner look more like my true self.
On Saturday, the day of the wedding, I woke up to royal bed head. I was hoping that having my hair done on Friday would suffice for the weekend. Needless to say, I slept fitful. We could not get the air conditioner set to a comfortable temperature. I was freezing and then I was sweating. My hair took the brunt of my tossing and turning.
Saturday morning, hubby and I went on a search for a hairdresser. We checked at the hotel but they were booked. It seems there were a lot of weddings in Indianapolis that day. We decided to hit the road and find a beauty shop. This was an emergency, people!
We stopped at the first shop we found and wandered in. The gal at the desk was sympathetic and said they would fix me up and that Jeffery would be right with me. We were offered a beverage and settled in to wait. Before long, a big guy with blue glasses decorated with diamonds appeared and said he was ready. I was not sure I was as ready but I went with him to the shampoo bowl.
Jeffery could massage a head like none other. It felt like heaven. He applied product after product and told me what each was supposed to accomplish. I really didn’t care. Off to the styling chair I went and that is where I noticed Jeffery’s many tattoos. I asked him about the one that started from his wrist and disappeared under his sleeve. It seems that Jeffery is a comic book fanatic and has Wonder Woman tattooed on his arm. This guy had my attention. He hoped that my husband would be comfortable in the waiting room because he was going to be working on my hair for an hour. AN HOUR?!!!
More product was applied to my hair and he worked at blowing it dry. This was all while telling me about his cat, his previous job at a salon in Indianapolis and his cooking abilities. I enjoyed being entertained. He brought out a large flat iron and proceeded to work on my do. All the time he had my hair parted on the other side from my usual and I never said a word. What was I going to look like?
The final look was so different from anything I have ever worn that it took my husband off guard. He didn’t like it. I was going to be in my son’s wedding! What was I going to do? There was so much spray on my hair that there was no way of moving a single strand into something more like what I was used to. I wandered through the hotel and made my way to where the mother of the bride and the bridesmaids were getting their hair done. Lo and behold…
They liked my hair! My son and his new wife have commented since about how nice my hair looked that day. Can you believe it? It turned out alright. I kinda wish I could reproduce the look. The fact that a few people said it made me look younger has nothing to do with it dangit.
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