Here’s the short list of things that scare me: being the victim of an SVU-like crime, sharks, and windowless 15-passenger vans. Oh, and having my hair done by a new stylist.
Seriously, you guys know the story on my hair. I hate having it done as it is, but I most certainly don’t want it done by a total stranger. There’s always the fear that they’ll mess up and you’ll leave with bald patches. But last week my roots went “Ka-POW!” like a comic book kick and I realized that I had no choice but to get my hair done here in Houston.
I had no idea where to go.
Soooo I turned to my sort-of friends here in Houston for a referral.
The consensus was “Go to Dallas.” That wasn’t going to work — I did not have the time nor the funds for gas.
Soooo I turned to Google and started calling salons.
Eventually, I found Azur Salon and booked my appointment. The girls on the phone assured me that I’d love my stylist.
I’ll be honest: I didn’t at first.
You know how you dread going to the dentist because you’re going to get a lecture about how you didn’t floss? Yeah…I felt like I was dealing with an angry dentist for the first half-hour. As she asked me about my hair history, she was brusque, incredulous, and, well, not very nice. I felt like I was on trial. I plead guilty to getting relaxers my whole life, not wanting a trim, and not knowing relaxed hair could get a Brazilian treatment. Do I have $500 to get one right now? Um, no contest.
So I was alternately worried about saying the wrong thing and then worried about going bald. I was in the chair for about five minutes before I started thinking, “No f-ing way am I ever coming back here again! I will be heading straight to my stylist when I go home in October.”
Luckily, the relaxer was a pretty standard one, and I relaxed as my roots did. And she did too — she made some small talk and stopped being so mean about my hair. She said that her daughter is mixed so she knows my hair and exactly how it is. She started being a little more motherly and a little less terrifying. We had a really good chat about the Brazilian treatment, and she totally has me convinced to try it (um, as soon as I stop paying rent or any other bills, or, you know, save).
Everything was good by the time I got to the shampoo, and oh, my god — that shampoo was so good. Normally I don’t like having my hair or scalp touched, but this was magical. And whatever kind of Shu Uemera products she was massaging all over my head smelled heavenly.
Things had started off on the wrong foot because I said I didn’t want a trim this time and she told me my hair was broken and needed to be cut off. Well, after the shampoo and blow out, it was a different story. You see, my roots are so thick and gnarled that when they grow out, my hair sort of shrinks up and looks really thin at the bottom. But it’s because it can’t lay down flat due to the bounce-house at my scalp. But once everything was relaxed, my hair looked a million times thicker, and it became apparent that I actually don’t have the massive breakage that she said I did.
I felt a lot better after that.
Even though we got off to a rough start, I have to say, I was impressed with her work. My hair is so soft and not too greasy, which is the thing that drives me craziest after I have it straightened. I did let her trim a little and it looks and feels really healthy. My secrets are still in tact and it smells incredible. Who knew Shu Uemura was good for so much besides fake eyelashes?!
I definitely would trust her to do my hair going forward, and I really want to save up for the Brazilian keratin treatment. But I want a lot of things. Tech envy and vanity will face off as I decide what matters more. Right now, it’s looking like the Droid is going to win out, but a healthy, shiny head of manageable hair is just so tempting.
When inner nerd and inner black girl go head to head, it’s anyone’s game.