Getting my hair cut
by prudence on 26-Feb-2010
My fellow blogger did a post on this, so not to be outdone...
Let's start by saying I hate getting my hair cut. Not sure why. Maybe it's the fact that you have to sit in front of a mirror for such a long time... And I have obstreporous hair, which most hairdressers don't get the hang of immediately. So once I find a hairdresser that does, I stick to him/her like glue, until relocation demands a painful new search and readjustment.
Well, having last had my hair cut nearly three months ago, the situation was getting desperate, so on my way back through Jurong Point one day last week, I took the plunge into the first hairdresser's I saw, which just happened to be doing some sort of special.
I was presented with a cup of tea and a copy of Shape magazine, which specializes in weight loss, and featured a handy lead article on how older people can shed those pounds...
My assigned hairdresser washed my hair while I was still sitting there at the mirror, which was new. Not sure what product they use that stops it going everywhere, but it does mean you have less time in that awkward bent-back position over the sink (but also, of course, even more time in front of the mirror to dwell on your facial inadequacies, and wonder if you should be reading Shape magazine more intensely).
While you're being shampooed, she gives you a head massage. These usually end up giving me a headache, but this one didn't, so lots of points there.
The rinse, conventionally, is over the sink. I had been wondering about portable plumbing, but no.
The cut's pretty good, I think. Unfortunately, on account of miscommunication (not aided by different accents, and the noise of hairdryers, music, and general mall echo), she blow-dried it, which my hair loathes, and which always makes me look like an alien.
But for S$26, I don't think she did a bad job. If we can avoid the blow-dry next time, we might be sorted.
Let's start by saying I hate getting my hair cut. Not sure why. Maybe it's the fact that you have to sit in front of a mirror for such a long time... And I have obstreporous hair, which most hairdressers don't get the hang of immediately. So once I find a hairdresser that does, I stick to him/her like glue, until relocation demands a painful new search and readjustment.
Well, having last had my hair cut nearly three months ago, the situation was getting desperate, so on my way back through Jurong Point one day last week, I took the plunge into the first hairdresser's I saw, which just happened to be doing some sort of special.
I was presented with a cup of tea and a copy of Shape magazine, which specializes in weight loss, and featured a handy lead article on how older people can shed those pounds...
My assigned hairdresser washed my hair while I was still sitting there at the mirror, which was new. Not sure what product they use that stops it going everywhere, but it does mean you have less time in that awkward bent-back position over the sink (but also, of course, even more time in front of the mirror to dwell on your facial inadequacies, and wonder if you should be reading Shape magazine more intensely).
While you're being shampooed, she gives you a head massage. These usually end up giving me a headache, but this one didn't, so lots of points there.
The rinse, conventionally, is over the sink. I had been wondering about portable plumbing, but no.
The cut's pretty good, I think. Unfortunately, on account of miscommunication (not aided by different accents, and the noise of hairdryers, music, and general mall echo), she blow-dried it, which my hair loathes, and which always makes me look like an alien.
But for S$26, I don't think she did a bad job. If we can avoid the blow-dry next time, we might be sorted.