The Quest for the Perfect Stylist

I think it's because my mother was a cosmetologist; but I am such a snob about picking hair stylists.

I grew up around all the latest products and hair trends, and whenever the whim hit me I'd have a new style. For example, even though I already had curly hair, at age 8 I wanted to BE Counselor Deanna Troi on Star Trek: The Next Generation. She had the BEST hair. Long, spiral curls, each perfectly defined as they cascaded down her shoulders. Who WOULDN'T want that hair, even now, nearly 20 years later.

Anyhoodle, I convinced my mother to give me a spiral perm - executed with the LATEST thing, the spiral rod, which looked like a bright blue pasta noodle. It was not a fun two hours, because each section of hair had to be threaded around the "noodles." Once the rods came off and the process was over, I basically resembled a brunette dandelion puff. Not a good look.

So many years later, in a new city, I have a new hair ambition - sort of a hybrid between Brenda Walsh circa 1993 and Anne Hathaway's made over style in The Devil Wears Prada. Long layers in the back, tons of face framing layers, and shorter bangs. I can't WAIT!

But with no stylist to help me pull it off, I had to turn to my good friend Sophia, a native of southwestern Connecticut who directed me to a stylist named Rosie. Sophia's hair always looks nice, so I figured I'd take her word for it. And when choosing a new stylist - you have to see her/his work to judge for yourself, before you pay $70 for a bad haircut.

The last time I chose a stylist, I had watched her work, and was very happy with her methodologies. Only after I watched her transform a friend's wispy, flat, ashy blonde into a shiny, dimensional bob was I convinced of her prowess as a stylist. And I was a happy client for 3 years.

I made an appointment for Saturday morning - so I'll keep you posted.