Monday, January 23, 2012

Did She Have to Put a Foot in Someone's Ass?

I know that's the question you've all been asking yourselves since you read about my hair salon debacle. Rest asssured that I'm not hopping around behind someone with my right foot stuck in their ass. One thing I will say though is that the infamous Maria didn't call me to confirm my appointment. Instead I got a text from my hairdresser saying that she could take me right after work. Maybe she was afraid I might cuss Maria out. Who knows?

Anyway, me and my big, bushy head of hair made it to the salon right after work. Luckily I wasn't getting braids done again or I would've been there forever. When I walked into the salon, my hairdresser and the owner both greeted me, but Maria didn't. That made me go "Hmmm..." Although there was no one at the sink having their hair washed, I sat there for a good 15 minutes before Maria called me over to the sink. Not quite sure what that was about, but whatever.

Finally she calls me over to wash my hair. Normally she's very chatty when she's washing my hair, but not this time. Once my hair was washed, it was only a few minutes before my hairdresser had me sit in her chair. There was very little conversation between the two of us. The only thing she asked me is if I wanted a part in my hair. I told her yes and because it's been so long since my hair has been straightened, I told her it didn't matter what side she put it on. This time she didn't stop in the middle and go do someone else's hair. Maybe that's because I wasn't having braids done. Anyway, I was out of there in less than three hours, which hasn't happened in a very long time.

The camaraderie that I felt with everyone there at the salon is pretty much gone. I can still joke around with them, which I did, but after being disregarded by them, there's a part of me that will remain closed off. Basically, I don't trust them not to screw me again. The issue with me finding someone else to do my hair is that there aren't many black hairdressers that work with natural hair. Guess I'll just have to see what happens.


  1. You need to move to NYC. We've got many, many hairdressers for you to choose from. Of course, you may not be able to afford them, or the rent, for that matter; but you would be able to find someone competent to work on your hair. Actually, there are places on 125th Street who do a fab job for cheap. Remember, TW was thinking about doing the braid thing when she was younger. Anyway, I'd let you come over and play with me any time you wanted to if you lived in NYC. PS: you always look great.

  2. Try teh places wat duz asian hair maybe? Herz hadda furrend in Boston who gotted some fancy asian hair straitening procedurr an I wonder if that mite be an opchun fur you? oh noes that wuz kemikalz I beleeves, hisss. Or just do like me an Topaz...DYI...its da bestest cuz we iz teh mowst bewtifullest. *smug purr* but I duz agree wiv CK you iz vurry bewtyfuls...fur a hoomanz.

  3. Oh I love that picture of you. You're so pretty. It's too bad they're acting like that. This was their mistake and treating you like that is just plain mean. I hate the way some women can be catty, we're all on the same team right? I think you need a new hairdresser! Love and prrs from me and Toki. Give Topaz a scratch behind the ears for me. xxx

  4. You look great Michele. But I know how you feel when a hairdresser doesn't do something right. My hair is no joy to work with either because it's so very fine and getting thinner by the day. Good luck on finding someone.