According to my new stylist Santi (short for Santiago, which the receptionist only reluctantly told me after I had to ask her to repeat herself twice), my new haircut and style will be a real psychological shift for me. I had to exert quite a bit of effort to avoid rolling my eyes at that one, but after a couple of days, I actually think he was right. It's not a big change, but it's a fresh look, and I think I needed it - psychologically and cosmetically.
I'm one to make my choices about hair cuts slowly. I thought about bangs for a good four years before I committed to them. When I finally took the plunge, the stylist was terrified that my four years of build up would result in disappointment, and I was pretty scared too. He had to ask me at least three times to please relax my shoulders so he could tell how long he was cutting my hair. The bangs turned out to be a good choice, at least I think so, but I haven't changed my haircut much since.
This stagnation was made much easier when I moved to Santa Fe and found that the receptionist at my office cut hair in her spare time (she was trained and all but decided she needed a more stable job). In Albuquerque, I went to a hipster salon where my stylist was always giving me tips and trying to push me a little into trying new things. BUT, in Santa Fe, my stylist came to my own home, and in the safe comforts of my dining room, I felt perfectly content telling my new Santa Fean stylist to give me the same as usual. Actually, I don't think she even asked anymore after the first few times. She had a baby this winter and is taking a break from cutting hair, and I've been patiently waiting for her to call me to let me know she's back.
That means that it had been four months since my last cut. I'm trying to grow my hair out this year, and without regular trimming, it was becoming totally unruly and unhealthy. I couldn't take it any longer last week.
Like a lot of things in Santa Fe, there isn't a lot of middle ground when it comes to haircuts - we've got plenty of $100 and up haircuts and plenty of bargain places, but it's hard to find something in the middle of the road. I debated just spending the hundred dollars for a haircut and trying a new place, but in the end, I went back to my hipster salon in Albuquerque.
When I sat down in the chair, I could feel my shoulders tense up and my heart start racing. It's been almost four years since I've had my hair cut at a salon, and it felt so busy and chaotic. In a moment of panic, I thought about asking him to chop it and go back to my A-line bob, but being in the hipster salon and seeing all of the cute and daring cuts made me want to stick with it. Not that my cut is at all daring.
There is something so exhilarating about getting a good haircut and cutting away those split ends or extra inches, don't you think? A psychological shift as some would say.
|a blurry photo taken a good seven hours after the cut and after an hour of sleeping in the car on the way home. Sorry, this is the best I could manage...|