We had a great relationship, I mean we were together for 10 years. Finding a new one has been a nightmare. No one can ever replace Jenny. I'd give you her contact info but she's so good that she doesn't even take new clients. at all. I have been really tempted to fly back to FL just to have her do my hair.
This all sounds very shallow of me. I have very deceptively thick long hair, and getting it highlighted or colored can go wrong very easily. I've never had any product used on my hair besides Paul Mitchell. So Jenny said to look for a focus salon here in DC. Soooo I found this salon called Voila! that claims to be such. The owner and stylist I made my appointment with Nestor, claims to be a Paul Mitchell educator. I warned him over the phone that Jenny gave me specific instructions that whoever would be doing my hair would need 3 hours. He apparently didn't believe me. Half way through doing my hair he got all flustered and said, "Girl are you growing more hair while you're sitting there?!". No Nestor, you just didn't listen to me.
I should have run screaming when he said, "most of my clients are black women". Why you ask? because its a fact that African American women's hair is very different from Caucasian women's hair. You're not even supposed to use the same products. I was desperate. I paid the price. I don't know what he did, it looked fine for the first few days. Then, all of a sudden it looked like I hadn't had my hair done in 2 months. The highlights were way to light, I had roots showing, it didn't even seem like he cut it. Its bad.
I guess for me, having a good hair cut and style is like having a designer outfit for other people, or really great abs for others. It just affects my whole outlook on life. Even when I am feeling frumpy and out of shape, and pale (because lord knows there is no where to get sun up here) if my hair looks good I can have a good day.
I am not vain about anything else I promise. Just this. And, I also didn't really learn how to do anything with this mop of hair until college. My mom can't even braid let alone use hair products.
The good news? I have an appointment tomorrow at Salon Cielo with supposed master colorist Robert Christopher. He sounds fabulously gay; I am picturing a more sophisticated Christopher Robin. Lets hope it goes fantastically, we hit it off, and he becomes my new gay boyfriend. Even though FSU says I'm not allowed to have one of those. A girl can dream.
If it goes poorly, I will not only cry, I will fly back to FL and have Jenny make it all better.
love and hair foils,