Italian Inch

    There aren't too many things I'm incredibly particular about. However, like most women, one thing I'm pretty picky about is my hair. Leaving Brittany, my hairdresser in California, was a sad day for me. She has been cutting my hair for quite a few years. Not only does she know my life story but she knows exactly what I like and dislike about my hair.
     I inherited naturally wavy/curly hair from my mother and maintaining it has always been a struggle-particularly in rainy/humid places. For example, ROME.
   Going to a new salon is always intimidating but even more so when you don't speak the same language. My first time getting my haircut here, my friend came with me and translated what I wanted done. He did a really good job. Phew...my anxieties about my hair were relieved. Little did I know...

   So last week, I decided to go back as my hair was in desperate need of a trim. A TRIM. This time, my friend couldn't come with me so I went to our secretary and had her type out exactly what I wanted done. I was very specific about what I wanted.

• No more than an inch (3 centimeters) taken off
• Internal layering in the back so you can't see the layers but some of the weight is gone (I have pretty thick hair)
• Bang trim
• Some layers around the face

   I didn't get the same guy as last time, but gave him my list of what I wanted and with the limited Italian I knew, communicated what I wanted. I'm pretty sure he read my list of things but in his mind, didn't like what I had written so decided to do what he wanted instead. About 2 inches got chopped off, he LAYERED the back (I can't stand layers in the back), he didn't do anything in the front. The only thing he did on my list was trim my bangs. Plus, he finished cutting within 5 minutes and someone else came over to blow dry.

   I couldn't help but think of that scene from Troop Beverly Hills when Shelley Long's character is sharing her "scary story," with her troop. Always thinking it was slightly ridiculous that all the girls screamed after she gives her punchline, "He PERMED me," I, for the first time, empathized with her character.

   The next day, I was sharing this story with some coworkers and they all said that most Italian hairdressers tend to ignore what you want and do what they want. Ummm.....what the heck??? Where is Yelp when you need it????

  So, *sniffle, sniffle* I'm now stuck with this choppy haircut which I hate, nearly cry every morning when I'm getting ready for work and miss Brittany more than ever. Sorry, no pictures for this entry...