I adored my Aveda salon and hair stylist back in Indiana. One of the hardest parts about moving is finding that special someone who doesn’t talk too much while cutting and coloring my hair, has readily available Saturday appointments, and doesn’t charge one MEELION dollars for the service.
I had a hair appointment this past Saturday at one of the local Aveda salons with a stylist I’ll call Felecia (because that’s her name.)
Let’s start with the positives about Felecia.
1. She knew that I part my hair to the right without having to ask me.
Now let’s move on to the negatives about Felecia.
1. When I first sat down in her chair to discuss what I needed done, she asked me if I was there to get the gray covered up. THE GRAY COVERED UP. (For the record, I have no gray hair.)
2. She sneered and crinkled her nose and was exasperated by my answers to all of my questions about my hair.
“Well I just DON’T understand why they did this to your hair?? ”
“How long ago did they do this to your hair??” (Heavy on the “THEY.”)
“I’m just trying to give you all of your options.”
“You’ll probably want to just go with a root touch-up, you probably want to save money.” (She wasn’t giving me the money saving option out of the goodness of her heart, she thought I looked like I couldn’t afford to be in the salon.)
3. She didn’t talk to me at all other than to ridicule my hair. Sure I don’t want a stylist that never stops jabbering, but not to talk to me at all?? Instead she was badmouthing one of her coworkers to her assistant.
4. While she was cutting my hair, she kept saying, “Oh my. The back of your hair is so messed up and jagged. I just DON’T UNDERSTAND what THEY did to you.”
5. When she was done, she said, “It looks pretty good. Well as good as it could look with what I had to work with. At least the color looks good.”
Yeah. I know!