Most brides try to grow their hair out as long as they can before their wedding, at least that’s what I’ve been told. So when I went in to the salon the other day and said I wanted to chop off all my hair, the stylist was floored.
“Don’t cut your hair!!!!!” she exclaimed.
“Huh? Like, not at all?” I responded, already sitting in the chair with the apron on.
“Don’t cut your hair!!!” she repeated, almost in a panic.
She then asked the stylist next to us, who apparently just got married, to see what she thought.
“Don’t cut your hair!” the other person agreed.
“Really??!” I was so confused. Did they want me to just get up and leave? Was I not going to be able to cut my hair there? I didn’t see this coming at all!
My stylist said this was a first for her as well. She said brides are usually adamant about keeping their hair long. So much so that one time she had a lady getting married whose hair was down to her waist, and she wouldn’t even let them cut off an inch.
Despite the stylist’s objections, I persuaded her that, yes, I really did want to chop off all my hair. I think she was nervous that I wasn’t sure and would regret it later. But for awhile my plan had been to keep my hair long so I could get an up-do at my cousin’s wedding, but then after that get rid of it all. And by that I mean cut off about six or seven inches so that it falls just above my shoulders.
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In the end, I think the stylist did a great job and I love how it turned out — it’s so nice and light now!
The haircut was perfect timing because I also had my hair and make-up trial run for the wedding just a few days later.
That was also a strange experience at first. My bridesmaid Amanda and I headed out last Monday morning to the location they gave us in Humboldt Park, thinking we’d be going to a salon. “Look for the red door,” they said.
When we arrived, however, it looked more like a random warehouse. And that “red” door was more like the color of rust.
“Where are we???” I said.
“This would only happen to you…” Amanda replied.
The stylist met us at the door, and took us thru a number of doors and winding hallways until we arrived in her room — a small space that had one chair and a vanity, as well as a bunch of whimsical wedding decorations.
It was a little strange, but when we were about to begin and the stylist turned on some music, the very first song was by the Backstreet Boys — my favorite!
“It’s meant to be!” I said. I knew it all would be fine at that point, and everything did turn out well!