First, please allow this picture to illustrate the ends to which I had to go to retrieve what is left of my day:
Today, I went to the salon to test run a hair style for the wedding. To begin with, the stylist was 15 minutes late. Yes, when I arrived at the salon (10 minutes early, I might add), she wasn't even on the premises. The stylist I was supposed to see walked in as another stylist was washing my hair and then I sat for another 10 minutes after that waiting for my stylist (I'll call her Eva) to get her shit together. Then she cut my hair and blow dried it and told me that she had to put my (naturally curly) hair into rollers and set it before she could do the up-do. So...20 minutes later I sit down and get red in the face waiting for the hair dryer to do it's thing...for 30 minutes.
I had shown her two pictures that I kind of liked and wanted to combine in some way...I am ultimately looking for a fancy chignon or french twist with lots of loose curls just kinda pinned into and around it and a few finger waves and curls near my temples. A little like this, but with curly hair and the finger waves. Think: 1930's Holloywood glamour. What she gave looked more like I was the long lost member of the Angels or Supremes. And just to strike the proper chord of horror in your hearts, I have included photos of the crime scene.
See the spots I circled? Those are colored rubber bands (not hair elastics, rubber bands) that she used to gather the hair into little mini pony tails underneath the pin curls. And you see that bit on the back at the right? That's a pin curl that fell down within less than 30 minutes of leaving the salon. FABulous!
To add insult to injury this whole hair debacle cost a ridiculous and insulting $150.00. And let's not talk about how she made me 45 minutes late to see my crazy-head doctor (NOT a good thing when you are crazy in the head, as I am), who was astoundingly amiable about the whole thing. (I think he sensed that I was about to go off the deep end and didn't feel like fishing me out today.) Naturally, in my rush to get the heck outta the salon I left my earrings sitting on her counter. I'm sure that she will be good about giving them back, but ugh. This sucks.
The end result of all this is that I still do not have a hair stylist to do my hair for the wedding. My friends are not well equipped to do my hair, I have only about 1.25 hands (hard to do hair without the full 2.0 that most people have), and there are precious few other salons in the area. I already spoke to one of them and they did not understand enough English to get the idea that I wanted a test run before the wedding...they just wanted to schedule an appointment for the morning of the Big Day. Yeah. There are a few others, but I'm hesitant to have another day as expensive and frustrating as this one.
