Hair Situation Update
As you may recall from a previous post, the first week I was here in NJ I went to the B&B Color Studio. You may also recall that this was not the best of experiences for me and my hair. B&B (Butchering and Blunders) did just that. They butchered my layers and blundered my color. My hair was supposed to be colored with semi permanent color that would make my tresses look naturally full of gloss and shine. Instead I got PERMANENT color, that was kept on too long. Instead of gloss, I got glow - my hair radiated with a purpley, reddish hue. Yikes. I tried to make myself believe that no one would notice and that my hair obsession was all in my head, not on my head. But, when even my husband made a few comments about the color (I could wear and Easter bunny suit for a week before he would notice), I knew something had to be done. I tried to hold out, but after only a month I had a very bad root situation going on.
So, I took action.
On a dark and stormy night (tee hee, it was only rain, not like in Boston) I drove to the Princeton Shopping Center (where McCaffery's Supermarket is) for my 5:45 appointment with LA at Metropolis Salon. LA's real name is Laurie Ann but there are two other Lauries in the salon, so she goes by LA. Metropolis is a metropolis of a hair salon. There must be chairs for 25 stylists. When you come into the salon you check in at the front desk, where there are 6 different "windows", like at a bank. All of the women at the desk wear black and have their hair pulled back, a la Robert Palmer video. You check in with them, they write out a ticket, give it to another woman dressed in black and she directs you where to go.
I was first directed to change into a smock in the dressing area. So, like in Boston, I took off my top and put on the smock. When I came out, I realized most of the patrons had their shirts on underneath the smocks (so why the dressing room?). At first I felt self conscious and thought I had made a terrible Princeton Salon faux pas. But then I comforted myself with the rationalization that these women were too uptight to remove their shirts in a private dressing room and appear in public with bear arms. That made me feel sexy and risque. So, I decided that I was going to enjoy this experience if it killed me.
My personal hair salon escort led me over to the coloring chairs (there must have be 15) and then LA came over. She was dressed in black but had a bright green scarf around her neck. She sat down next to me and really listened as I explained my hair issues. We decided to "low light" my hair with my natural color and then put on a gloss to make my hair sparkle and shine. After we agreed, she then repeated our understanding, so there would be no confusion. My heart filled with appreciation.
When it was time to wash the color out, a young woman named Natalie came over, introduced herself and took me over to the bank of sinks. As she began to wash my hair another hair washer came over and starting asking Natalie if she had any questions. I figured out that it was Nat's first day on the job, so I asked her how it was going. She loved it, it was fun and "way more exciting" than her previous salon job. I confessed that it was my first day at the salon as well and we had a very sincere bonding moment.
As I sat up to have her comb out my hair, another woman walked past us. Natalie asked her salon mentor who that was. "Well, her salon name is Madison, but her real name is Jennifer."
Salon name?!? I cracked up and asked for further explanation. It turns out that the salon is so big that the manager doesn't like people to have duplicate names. Apparently the clients get confused. This was hilarious. It felt like we were in a junior high Spanish class and Gretchen picks out Marguerite as her Spanish name. Whenever someone walked past us, Natalie and I would giggle and ask our mentor, what her salon name was.
Finally, it was time for LA to trim my tresses. Again, she listened carefully, repeated what I had said - AND - get this - she held out a length of my hair and asked me if that was too much to cut off. Damn straight it was. So, she revised her cutting plan and went to work. When she was done, she asked me how I wanted it dried. "Do you want me to blow it out straight?" Of course, I told her, but it was late and raining, and I didn't want to take up all of her time. "Don't be silly, you spent all this time and money here tonight, you deserve to have your hair just as you want it."
My heart melted.
After blow drying it straight (but not poker straight, thank you) she went to work trimming the edges (just like dear Umberto, sigh). I asked her what shampoo I should use, and if the new "shampoos for straight hair/shampoos for curly hair " really worked. She scoffed. Of course they don't. Then she bent down and whispered close to my ear "Don't by your products here, they're way overpriced. Go to Ulta down Route 1". Then, she spun me around and Voila! My old hair color was back, but only more shiny. My cut was fancier, actually a style. Miraculously, it's no shorter, but there are more layers, so it's not as boring. Some might even call it stylish.
Once again, I paid a small fortune. But this time, I can honestly say, it was worth it. Yeay for Metropolis Salon and LA!! Not that I believe happiness depends on how you look, but it sure is a lot easier to be happier when you love your hair.
Happy Hair Styling to You and Yours.
So, I took action.
On a dark and stormy night (tee hee, it was only rain, not like in Boston) I drove to the Princeton Shopping Center (where McCaffery's Supermarket is) for my 5:45 appointment with LA at Metropolis Salon. LA's real name is Laurie Ann but there are two other Lauries in the salon, so she goes by LA. Metropolis is a metropolis of a hair salon. There must be chairs for 25 stylists. When you come into the salon you check in at the front desk, where there are 6 different "windows", like at a bank. All of the women at the desk wear black and have their hair pulled back, a la Robert Palmer video. You check in with them, they write out a ticket, give it to another woman dressed in black and she directs you where to go.
I was first directed to change into a smock in the dressing area. So, like in Boston, I took off my top and put on the smock. When I came out, I realized most of the patrons had their shirts on underneath the smocks (so why the dressing room?). At first I felt self conscious and thought I had made a terrible Princeton Salon faux pas. But then I comforted myself with the rationalization that these women were too uptight to remove their shirts in a private dressing room and appear in public with bear arms. That made me feel sexy and risque. So, I decided that I was going to enjoy this experience if it killed me.
My personal hair salon escort led me over to the coloring chairs (there must have be 15) and then LA came over. She was dressed in black but had a bright green scarf around her neck. She sat down next to me and really listened as I explained my hair issues. We decided to "low light" my hair with my natural color and then put on a gloss to make my hair sparkle and shine. After we agreed, she then repeated our understanding, so there would be no confusion. My heart filled with appreciation.
When it was time to wash the color out, a young woman named Natalie came over, introduced herself and took me over to the bank of sinks. As she began to wash my hair another hair washer came over and starting asking Natalie if she had any questions. I figured out that it was Nat's first day on the job, so I asked her how it was going. She loved it, it was fun and "way more exciting" than her previous salon job. I confessed that it was my first day at the salon as well and we had a very sincere bonding moment.
As I sat up to have her comb out my hair, another woman walked past us. Natalie asked her salon mentor who that was. "Well, her salon name is Madison, but her real name is Jennifer."
Salon name?!? I cracked up and asked for further explanation. It turns out that the salon is so big that the manager doesn't like people to have duplicate names. Apparently the clients get confused. This was hilarious. It felt like we were in a junior high Spanish class and Gretchen picks out Marguerite as her Spanish name. Whenever someone walked past us, Natalie and I would giggle and ask our mentor, what her salon name was.
Finally, it was time for LA to trim my tresses. Again, she listened carefully, repeated what I had said - AND - get this - she held out a length of my hair and asked me if that was too much to cut off. Damn straight it was. So, she revised her cutting plan and went to work. When she was done, she asked me how I wanted it dried. "Do you want me to blow it out straight?" Of course, I told her, but it was late and raining, and I didn't want to take up all of her time. "Don't be silly, you spent all this time and money here tonight, you deserve to have your hair just as you want it."
My heart melted.
After blow drying it straight (but not poker straight, thank you) she went to work trimming the edges (just like dear Umberto, sigh). I asked her what shampoo I should use, and if the new "shampoos for straight hair/shampoos for curly hair " really worked. She scoffed. Of course they don't. Then she bent down and whispered close to my ear "Don't by your products here, they're way overpriced. Go to Ulta down Route 1". Then, she spun me around and Voila! My old hair color was back, but only more shiny. My cut was fancier, actually a style. Miraculously, it's no shorter, but there are more layers, so it's not as boring. Some might even call it stylish.
Once again, I paid a small fortune. But this time, I can honestly say, it was worth it. Yeay for Metropolis Salon and LA!! Not that I believe happiness depends on how you look, but it sure is a lot easier to be happier when you love your hair.
Happy Hair Styling to You and Yours.
posted by Susan P. at 4:13 PM
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