Bangs for my Buck

So I finally got my hair cut! I’ve been talking about it for months, but yesterday morning I stopped dithering and picked up the phone to make an appointment.

I hadn’t been to the hairdresser for years, but I knew exactly where I wanted to go: Lady Marmalade. Years ago I read in a local paper an interview with a hairstylist who loved to cut bobs. That piqued my interest because I have worn bobs many times in my life, and the quaint name of the salon stuck with me long after the clipping fell off the fridge.

…he curled my hair with a slim straightening iron – novel!

Although I wasn’t planning on getting a bob (not right away, anyway), I did know I wanted bangs – a much lovelier description than a fringe – and around shoulder-length hair. I was happy to have layers, I told Alex; beyond that I was amenable to suggestion. In the end he didn’t cut any layers around my face, but he curled my hair with a slim straightening iron – novel! I hope I can replicate that look.

I loved it. “Such a different look!” I exclaimed. My curls bounced as I went out the door, the idea of a bob somewhere in the nebulous future.

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Everyone knows it can be a scary prospect trying a new hairdresser, but I came away from Lady Marmalade so happy. It was a relaxed experience: Alex (and Bridget who washed my hair) greeted me by name; they chatted just the right amount and made me laugh; and after I refused all offers of tea and coffee, Alex offered me a glass of wine. “Now you’re talking!” I answered. I highly recommend the salon if you’re in the neighbourhood.