Finding My Roots
I used to think that finding a good hair-dresser was the ultimate in good luck. Now that I am experiencing some dental problems, I know that the roots I should have been worrying about are not in my scalp but in my mouth!
I had to go to the dentist yesterday for the “talk.” The talk usually is expensive and so filled with doom and gloom I’m ready to commit hari-kari when it’s over with.
Not this time.
My wonderful dentist Dr. Ed Kozinn allayed my fears and the “talk” wasn’t a long drawn out discussion on how better my teeth would have been if I’d had orthodontic work when I was a teen – nor did I have to endure the articulated model of someone’s perfect teeth, staring at me – no laser pointers, no charts, no woulda, coulda, shoulda’s – just some fairly quick digital x-rays and a nod from the doc – yeah, I don’t have the best teeth and gums in the universe; but I have a workable set of choppers that can be improved without selling my firstborn or putting a “Help Me Pay My Dentist” button on my blog.
So I’m happy.
A good dentist is worth a hundred good hairdressers. A thousand of them!
Speaking of hairdressers, I have decided to boycott them for a while. My hair grows like rag weed and looks quite a bit like ragweed too. It’s blonde, gets the frizzies and I have a lot of hair on my head… I was told by a hairdresser she should charge me double because my hair was so thick it really was like cutting two heads of hair.
Once I even got a buzz cut (many moons ago) – so easy to take care of but only my husband thought it looked cute. Buying a Giant’s sweatshirt in a sports shop, sporting my ¼ inch of hair, a salesperson said to me: “Son, this sweatshirt should be the right size for you.”
(Oooohhh, I guess I should have put my earrings in and rouged up my lips before going out shopping in jeans and a flannel shirt. At least I should have dug out the Wonderbra from my lingerie drawer!
So from the sublime to the ridiculous. The yellow mane is growing down my back now. Split ends and all.
Husband likes it. (He’s really a good sport about my hair as he’s seen it go from way too short to way too long without a real problem.)
I have “Find a good hairdresser” on my 2006 to do list. But when push comes to shove, I just can’t get my teeth into this quest right now.
I have better things to do with them.
I used to think that finding a good hair-dresser was the ultimate in good luck. Now that I am experiencing some dental problems, I know that the roots I should have been worrying about are not in my scalp but in my mouth!
I had to go to the dentist yesterday for the “talk.” The talk usually is expensive and so filled with doom and gloom I’m ready to commit hari-kari when it’s over with.
Not this time.
My wonderful dentist Dr. Ed Kozinn allayed my fears and the “talk” wasn’t a long drawn out discussion on how better my teeth would have been if I’d had orthodontic work when I was a teen – nor did I have to endure the articulated model of someone’s perfect teeth, staring at me – no laser pointers, no charts, no woulda, coulda, shoulda’s – just some fairly quick digital x-rays and a nod from the doc – yeah, I don’t have the best teeth and gums in the universe; but I have a workable set of choppers that can be improved without selling my firstborn or putting a “Help Me Pay My Dentist” button on my blog.
So I’m happy.
A good dentist is worth a hundred good hairdressers. A thousand of them!
Speaking of hairdressers, I have decided to boycott them for a while. My hair grows like rag weed and looks quite a bit like ragweed too. It’s blonde, gets the frizzies and I have a lot of hair on my head… I was told by a hairdresser she should charge me double because my hair was so thick it really was like cutting two heads of hair.
Once I even got a buzz cut (many moons ago) – so easy to take care of but only my husband thought it looked cute. Buying a Giant’s sweatshirt in a sports shop, sporting my ¼ inch of hair, a salesperson said to me: “Son, this sweatshirt should be the right size for you.”
(Oooohhh, I guess I should have put my earrings in and rouged up my lips before going out shopping in jeans and a flannel shirt. At least I should have dug out the Wonderbra from my lingerie drawer!
So from the sublime to the ridiculous. The yellow mane is growing down my back now. Split ends and all.
Husband likes it. (He’s really a good sport about my hair as he’s seen it go from way too short to way too long without a real problem.)
I have “Find a good hairdresser” on my 2006 to do list. But when push comes to shove, I just can’t get my teeth into this quest right now.
I have better things to do with them.
posted by mary bishop | 7:56 AM
5 Comments:
I've finally found myself a good one. Even then, I still occasionally get an awful cut--you know, I think I'd look good with a buzz cut.
Despite the fact that my mother was a licensed beautician, I learned something somewhat disturbing the last time I got my hair cut. While you have to be licensed to open a salon, you do not need to be licensed to work in a salon. So these chain places like cost cutters and the like, they'll have one licensed person and everyone else will basically just have a learners permit, which explains some of the really crappy hair cuts I've gotten there.
I remember one stylist who was shaking so bad I had to close my eyes to avoid wetting myself as she came at me.
Marie, one thing I know --you have the confidence to pull it off! I will always remember that haircut with great affection. By the time I stepped out of the shower, my hair was dry.
Sylow...that explains so much..wish I knew that before but am glad to know it now.
Your line about the shaking stylist almost made me pmp!
My new good hairdresser cuts good but used semi-permanent color on my very graying head which means that it's 3 weeks later and I've got grays poking out all over. NOT HAPPY! But also reticent to go ask for a re-do, esp. since I want to keep going to him. grrr.
A good dentist is worth it's weight in gold ~ thankfully I've got one 1/2 block from here! Speaking of teeth, my girl lost her first one today! I'll post on my blog tomorrow.
AMK - the old semipermanent color scam was pulled on you?
I once went to THE best salon in Fairfield County. I paid a fortune for "highlights" and a cut. The cut was okay but the highlights were semipermanent.
I wash my hair almost every day so they lasted only a short time. I didn't burn money, but instead washed it down the drain.
Don't wash your hair if you want to keep any semipermanent color in it...!!!! Just sign me poorer but wiser......
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