When you need a haircut, how do you go about it? Do you have a regularly scheduled appointment, where you go in to get a trim and an oil change every six weeks? Or do you wait until you can't stand it anymore, and then run in screaming, because you can't take it one more day? Do you have a stylist that you go to all the time? Or do you take whoever is available?
Up until a few months ago, as you can probably guess, I was in the latter category. And I was probably even worse than taking whoever was available -- I went to a beauty school. So not only did I take whoever was available, but I also had a student cutting my hair with varying degrees of experience and talent. But hey, it was cheap, and you just couldn't beat the price. But sometimes -- in fact, most of the time, my hair ended up looking just like that -- like I had had a pretty cheap haircut.
Then I found Taquoia. And I have to say, "Wow." This girl cuts hair like I have never seen before. She is amazing! This is what she did today. Do you think I should keep her as my hair dresser?
Oh. My. I love her. I found her at the school, and I am SO lucky that she was assigned to me. I have never EVER had somebody cut my hair as good as she does. I put her name in my phone immediately, and that's where it stays. And I follow her from salon to salon (she's cut my hair three times now, and each time it looks better than the time before).
She is not afraid of hair. Even though she just got her license, I think she has been cutting hair for a long time. She cuts my hair dry, because she sees where the natural curl is, as opposed to when it is wet and your hair lays the way you comb it. And fast. Boy is she fast!
Today, I walked in, and said, "Taquoia, just work your magic." I told her that I knew I would like what she did, so she should just do her thing, and I didn't even get nervous (didn't even look in the mirror while she was cutting!). When she was done, and I looked in the mirror, I squealed. Literally. And then I danced out of that salon and into my car.
And then I danced right back in.
"Taquoia! How do I make it look like this again?!"
Then when I got home, I was still so excited (can you tell that getting a GOOD haircut is still such an amazing treat for me?!) that I couldn't wait to get dressed for work so that I could show it off!
shirt -- Dia
skirt -- Anthony Richards (thrifted)
belt -- thrifted
boots -- Dexter (Payless)
My skirt was another oversized skirt that I hoisted up to my armpits and wore as a dress (my faux dress look again). My shirt -- I've had so long I can't remember a time that I didn't have it.
Oh my, did I prance around work today! That is the only word for it -- I pranced.
The only caveat I gave to Taquoia was that I didn't want any blue curls. She wasn't quite sure what I meant, and then I explained -- you know, the little old ladies with the blue-tinted hair, going in for the weekly hair appointment? I told her that I wasn't ready for blue curls yet.
She promised me that I would not get blue curls.
What do you think?