Tags: Aveda, Aveda take me away, beauty, Calgon, Calgon take me away, hair, hair salon, hairdresser, me time, pampering
While at the hair salon getting my hair trimmed, highlighted, and glossed, I felt like Dorothy in The Wizard of Oz. You know the part, where she goes to the land of Oz the second time, and gets primped and fluffed?
Except my hair actually looked more like the lion. When the hairdresser combed it out, pulling out the curls, I was looking sorta crazy.
I admit, it’s always a little uncomfortable for me to be in the limelight. Either I make conversation or I stare into the mirror. But I sorta get sick of staring at myself. I tend to over-examine. How I applied my lipstick in a hurry and notice that it is askew. How my eyebrows need a little shaping. How I’m looking a little tired.
It’s always something.
But she doesn’t call attention to my imperfections. She sees plenty, I’m sure.
It’s the one hour and a half where I can just sit. And be taken care of. “Would you like some tea?”
When the hairdresser washes my hair, it’s my favorite part. It’s just not the same when I do it myself. I lather and scrub. Always racing the clock. Leaving the conditioner in while shaving. Always multitasking.
But the hairdresser? She takes her time. She massages. She uses plenty of hot water. This time around, I was so relaxed that I even dozed off for a few minutes!
After I was pampered and relaxed, instead of Dorothy, I was the woman in those stupid Calgon commercials. Remember those?
“The traffic. The boss. The baby. The dog…Calgon, take me away!”
This woman is losing it! Then cut to her in her tub of bubbles, oohing and aahing, relaxed and carefree.
That was me, but in the salon chair…Aveda, take me away!
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