A Good Hair Day
Any woman will tell you that a good hairstylist is hard to find. There’s so much more to it than simply cutting hair. Being well-coiffed can put the bounce back in your step, as well as your curls. The relationship between a woman and her stylist is sacrosanct.
Some women will even book appointments months in advance. They will drive for hours or even fly long distances to see their stylist.
I am not ashamed to admit that I am one of these women. I have known Katie for years, and I have yet to be disappointed. Katie comes to our house in a special van outfitted as her own salon, and her prices are fantastic. I have flown from Texas to Florida, and even made the 11 hour drive down from Tennessee. You can’t put a price on looking good, and my dog’s brown tresses are no exception.
Yes, that’s right. Katie is my dog groomer. After taking a chance in Nashville and paying nearly $80 for someone to shave my long haired cocker spaniel, I hopped in the car and literally came crying to Katie. She fixed Riley up and even wrote out idiot-proof instructions for the next groomer. Our next groomer (in what has become a revolving door of doggie stylists) followed these rules and Riley looked fantastic. However, no one can really hold a candle to Katie.
As you may have guessed, no expense is spared when it comes to Riley’s health and happiness. Yes, I’m one of those dog people. I actually have pet insurance. However, being a baby lawyer in a recession (read: with no job and actively looking nationwide) means that I cut my hair every six months (as compared to Riley, who has her hair cut every six weeks … which I am stretching out further until my job prospects improve). I fully acknowledge that I am way too attached to my dog, and I accept it. I mean, it could be so much worse:
I could be a crazy cat lady.
However, my “dog first” mantra came to a brief pause this past week when I came to the realization that I hadn’t cut my hair since July. So I made an appointment at the local Aveda Institute, and about 120 minutes (and $12 later, plus tip) later, voile! I no longer felt compelled to pull my overgrown locks into a ponytail or a messy bun. I also felt my mood improve about ten-fold. It’s amazing what a fresh haircut will do for the soul!
Being a recessionista (dog expenses excepted), I have been going to cosmetology schools for years to get my hair cut. If you have about two hours to kill for a basic trim, you can be treated to an inexpensive and professional hair cut by a student who is supervised by an experienced teacher. Over the years, I’ve gotten my hair cut at schools owned by Aveda, Paul Mitchell, Graham Webb, and others. I have often gotten better haircuts from these students than many so-called professionals … at a fraction of the price. Granted, you could pay more and be out the door in half the time. But there’s a Zenlike feeling that comes over me while I am sitting in that chair and having someone fuss over me, not to mention something slightly altruistic about helping a student hone their craft.
Bottom line: Getting your hair cut at a cosmetology school is a great way to save money and zone out for a bit. With the price and frequency of my dog’s hair cuts, I can’t afford not to save where I can.
To all the dog lovers out there: What are some of the great lengths you have gone to in the name of puppy love?