A year and a half ago I sat in a salon chair as my friend Kat cut my hair. My grandmother had just died- the only reason I'd be back in my hometown on an October weekday- but it was the day before the funeral and I needed a haircut. While Kat had been cutting my hair for years by that point, she usually came to my house. I only ever came to the salon to say hi or grab a quick lunch with her. It didn't make sense to sit in the salon but nothing made sense that week.
That turned out to be my last haircut.
I've procrastinated on finding a new stylist in Nashville. Really, a new everything in Nashville. For awhile, it worked out fine to get haircuts whenever I returned to my hometown but as hard as Kat and I have tried to see each other the last 18 months, it hasn't worked out. My hair did what hair does: it grew and grew and grew.
This is such a stereotypical Before picture because not only do I need a haircut, I'm wearing GLASSES. Whatevs. It was a long work day and I was not about to force my contacts in at 6:30 am. Also, you can see my best friend and niece-in-love (showing me how to pose) in the window.
If Kat could have seen me, she'd say it was Amish Long. To which, I would protest while conceding the abundance of split ends.
Look, I like having long hair. Even though you're supposed to get regular hair cuts to keep it healthy, I have a hard time remembering this. When I do remember, I procrastinate because I don't like setting up appointments. For anything. If you tell me when to show up for something, I'm there. If you tell me to call and set up a time, I might do it next month. Or next year.
The exception to this rule is when I have an established relationship with the provider. Like my friend Kat and the eye doctor I've seen since I was in 3rd grade.
When I came back from Christmas with my hair still as wild as ever, I started asking around for stylist recommendations.
I didn't act on any of them. But I did ask!
My trip to Africa became a catalyst of sorts. I decided I would have to get my hair cut before I left, which meant it was back to the stylist drawing board.
I put out a call for help on Facebook. Local blogger Amanda recommended her stylist, Michelle at Synergy. Michelle courteously gave me her phone number and told me to text or call to set up a time.
Now, normally, I hate texting. HATE it. This is partially because I don't have unlimited texting but mostly because I prefer to talk. When it comes to making appointments, however, I find website scheduling or texting to be genius.
Plus, it turned out Synergy is super close to where I live. I texted Michelle, we set a date, and the rest is history.
Finding a new stylist can be either good or bad. After all, no one wants to be stuck with a bad haircut! I'm relieved to say Michelle is amazing and my hair looks amazing. Pretty much I want Michelle to cut my hair for the rest of time and for us to become good pals, too. We just clicked.
Maybe this will encourage me to set up doctors appointments. Or maybe not. I'll take baby steps. Getting my haircut was positive reinforcement on taking care of business.
Oh, and did I mention my hair looks amazing? And it's still long but now completely healthy? Glory be.