So I finally broke down and had my haircut. After my last post on the subject, I had decided to splurge on the really expensive kind. But the two good recommendations I had were for places that were a half hour drive away or more, and I’ve been so busy these past two weeks I just couldn’t find the time to get over there. Yesterday, the boys were getting haircuts here — Sir Monkeypants cuts his own hair and the Captain’s with clippers — and I offered to take Gal Smiley over to the First Choice to have her own hair trimmed too, because she loves it there. Clearly a spa woman of the future.
Gal Smiley really wanted me to get my hair cut too, so I thought, what the hell, let’s give the First Choice a try.
Here are some things I liked about the First Choice:
It only cost $15.
I didn’t have to have an appointment — I could just pop over when I had the time. (It did mean we had to wait about an hour for our turn in the chair…but sad to say, I’ve waited that long at other salons when I HAD AN APPOINTMENT.)
The hairstylist was very young, but as a result used some more modern cutting methods and had some more modern ideas.
They didn’t put any gel or mousse or other crap in my hair (I hate that), and they didn’t blow dry it either (I hate that even more).
Did I mention it was only $15?
Here are some things I did not like about the First Choice:
My haircut.
Sad to say, despite the convenience and the low price, I don’t really like my head at the moment. And I know, I know, I always feel that way after a cut, but this time it’s not just that it’s new and different, it’s that I really don’t think it’s a good cut. The girl cut it in a really strange way — by sort of rubbing at chunks of hair with just one blade of her scissors. I think it was supposed to mimic the razor-cut technique that I’ve seen Nick using on What Not To Wear, but her version was much more rough and ragged — it reminded me of that scene in The Outsiders when Johnny and Ponyboy are on the lam and Johnny hacks off Ponyboy’s hair with a switchblade. The end result isn’t so much “textured” as it is “looks like I cut it myself, while blindfolded.”
Actually, come to think of it, I maybe could have done a better job by myself. As it is I’ve already removed a few more problematic chucks myself.
My hairstylist also completely ignored all my requests, although that’s maybe not such a bad thing, since I am not such a great Inventor Of Hairstyles. Still, it’s much, much shorter than I asked for, and my bangs are shorter than they have been in about 18 years, and I don’t like that. I mean, I showed her a photo I found in a book there of what I wanted, because a picture is worth a thousand words and all that, so I thought I’d at least made my wants and needs clear…but the finished result looks nothing like the picture. AT ALL. I kind of got the impression that she has one kind of “mom cut” and I got the “mom cut” and that was my only choice.
So overall…I won’t be going back.
The worst part is that I usually let my hair grow out at this point for the next six to eight months, and my old stylist gave me such a classic, even cut that it could grow out indefinitely and always looked balanced and sharp and great. This one, I can tell, will need to be touched up by professional hands inside of six weeks or so. Sigh.
Gal Smiley looks cute, though. I should have ordered the same as her.




























