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THE SEARCH FOR A SALON   Leave a comment

If you’ve read up on me, you learn that I dye my hair OFTEN. I have been every color from blond to black, to Run-Lola-Run red. I tried to dye my hair myself for a brief period of time, only to realize the following truths:

1) I have no idea what I’m doing.

2) I have too much damn hair. I mean, really, I do. Every stylist tells me this. If I go bald, ever, I’m asking God (or deity of your choice here), for my money back.

Anyway…when I first moved to Tennessee finding a salon was going to be tough for me. I had just left the Valhalla that was the Pierre and Carlo Salon, located in the beautiful Bellevue hotel in Philadelphia. [Yes, site of the first famous legionnaire’s disease breakout – It’s been restored and is BEAUTIFUL.] I had a superb stylist, named Peter. He was sweet, funny, and amazing. I was also there when he deal with the trajedy of losing his life-partner suddenly. I adored him. He did AMAZING things with my hair, and he was an AMAZING person. So, replacing him was going to be difficult indeed. [$150.00 color, cut and styling.]

So, when I first moved to Tennessee – I immediately began looking for a salon that gave me the same posh feel that I was used to. The search began…

Here’s the journey.

1: Salon Visage – My first trip to a new salon…I was nervous. Would they understand my love for slightly flamboyant hair color? Would they gel with me and endear me to them? Well…not this time. First of all, I was turned off by what appeared to me (at first blush), to be assembly-line hair. You went to one station to have your color done by a colorist, and then after you were colored, you went to another station to have your hair cut and completed by another stylist. I didn’t like this AT ALL. I kept thinking, how am I going to form a relationship with two different people who seemed slightly self-important? Worst part was, they TONED down my hair from pop-color red to dark moussy red/brown. I went home. I cried. They didn’t get it. They had the design esthetics inside right, but there was no “personal” feel. [$100.00 + up for color, cut and styling]

2: In an effort to regain my live out loud red, I tried to do it myself. Remember when I mentioned, I don’t know what I’m doing? Well, I bleached my hair and then deposited some manic panic pillar box red on it. I looked more pink than red, so I BLEACHED it again. Same week. Had no idea it would KILL my hair. You see, I have natural curl. After a double bleaching – curl was DEAD. The red popped, but in a scary way. My new employers were not happy with it and asked me to change my haircolor (has never happened to me before). I was freaked out. After the trauma of a bad experience at Visage, then a botched self-effort – I was scared. I even wore a wig to work for a few days until I figured out where I wanted to go next. Eventually, I found my folicle saviour. [$20.00 for coloring, crying, no cut and no styling]

3: Belleza Salon – I loved the design of the building and the inside was sweet too – so I was hopeful. I was also introduced to Matt, who was to be my styling guru for 2 years. He found a signature, pop-red formula for me – took care of my botched hair and really knew his craft with styling. While he had an assistant, I still felt he personally took care of me. I got to know him well and felt very comfortable with him. After all, he was a fellow dancer, was sassy and had just the right wit to roll with my own enigmatic self so he was a keeper. Belleza was there for my repair, my wedding and everything in between. I was IN LOVE with a salon again. Unfortunately, Matt went through a huge health scare and was in a coma for a while (I was really worried about him). Belleza, again, took good care of me. They were my salon. Then we moved to Nashville. That’s when my pompadour promiscuity began. [$150.00 + up for color, cut and styling].

I’m going to briefly list the LIST here…I never stayed with one salon long enough to develop a good sense – but here’s the full run down.

4: Salon FX (Nice, but overpriced – however great stylist named Athea, I think – where I went black). [$150.00 + up for color, cut and styling].

5: Some salon I cannot even remember the name of in Berry Hill. (Stylist was good, put some flamboyant red streaks in my black hair – really spiced it up. Had NO IDEA how to style naturally curly hair and never blew me dry – NEVER.) [$60.00 + up for color, cut and lack-of-styling].

6: Bishop’s Salon (I probably would have stayed here forever. I found a stylist who was divine named Russell – but we were in a tight money situation and I couldn’t afford it. Plus we were looking to move out of Nashville soon anyway). [$150.00 + up for color, cut and styling].

BACK IN KNOXVILLE…

My hair tramping days continued. I wanted to taste all that life had to offer. I left Nashville with a sense of distrust and lack of loyalty…

7: Belleza Salon – Matt was not back but I heard that he was in good health. Yea!!! I started with Michael and I really loved him – I really did. He was sweet and understood what I wanted from my hair. I loved him, but I was a hair hooker at this stage in the game. I asked him to dye my hair a “more natural” hair color. He did and it was beautiful. However, inside I was unsettled. I did the “natural” look – which takes a LOT of processing and color remover because my hair was black, red and a LOT OF MONEY. I got scared of the big money bill and didn’t go back. I was worried that after coming out of a bad financial situation in Nashville didn’t lend me to having expensive hair-services. I went in search of cheaper hair care…I want to go back to Michael, but I feel like a naughty puppy going back with my tail between my legs. I’d look for Matt again (he’s apparently at another salon now), but they’re friends and they’d talk. What’s a girl to do? With all the repair work, it was a steep price too, but understandable. [$200.00 + up for color repair, cut and styling].

8: Lox Salon – When I was younger, I would have LOVED this place. Total punk but classy. You’re greeted by a heavily tattooed suicide girl type and they will do whatever crazy thing you want to your hair! I need this…I went back to red and black again. I loved it. They were reasonably priced. I felt old though…so I didn’t go back. I would, however, recommend them highly for the person wanting to do bold hair design. Go for it babes! [$80.00 + up for color, cut and styling].

9: Salon Azure – I wanted to fall completely in love with this salon. I had found a great stylist and colorist and felt that I was done whoring around salon-wise. However, the price was TOO steep. I went twice hoping to have less money spent – I didn’t. I couldn’t afford the salon. They are great, the salon is beautiful and there is an amazing waxer who looks like Jane Weidlin…just outta my price range for not feeling personal enough. [$175.00 + up for color, cut and styling].

10: Julie’s Hair Salon – I went for the old-school, local shop. I loved my stylist (a beautiful drag queen named Angel), but I got what I paid for. I loved my hair – he did it flamboyantly and he went lighter than it’s been in years – but my hair suffered for it. I was dry and damaged. But hell, it was $55 dollars for a cut, color, and wax. Damn – I liked that! [$55.00 + up for color, cut and styling].

11: Salon Visage – Second try…maybe I’d like it better. Who knows. I did – I really did. I had nice and sweet stylist named Katie and a nice and sweet colorist named Andrea. The price was decent, the quality fantastic and I’ve even gone back a 2nd time. Still, it feels like assembly line hair and this time around, I felt like was “putting them out” as if they were in a time-crunch and I kept getting handed off. It doesn’t feel personal. I mean, I like the girls – but I need to connection. I set another appointment – but I have a strong feeling that I’ll be going back to my “old-boyfriend” and sucking it up. [$100.00 + up for color, cut and styling].

BELLEZA and Michael – here I come…sorry I didn’t trust you. Sorry you were my first “salon” after some bad experiences in Nashville. I’ll make it up to you – I promise, I will TRY to never cheat again.

Posted July 18, 2007 by A MUSE in 1

1/2 OF THE RETRO-MODERNS IS A DAMN YANKEE   Leave a comment

Someone this weekend mentioned, “Oh, you’re one of those DAMN Yankees.” At first that little people pleaser in me wanted to just shrug and nod, like there was something wrong with being a Northerner here in the Knox of Ville. Then I realized, if your proud of something – even if its not popular – be PROUD. So, I was…I said, “Thank You!”

It occurred to me there are many things I love about the North. I love the faster-pace. I love the metropolitan-look. I love the overabundance of family-run eateries (as Knoxville seems to have an overabundance of chain-restaurants). I even deal well with the crankiness. When I first moved down south, I was a little put off by the Southern niceties. I truly thought everyone was being FAKE if they were nice. Truth is…a lot of people are nice. They are often polite (for the most part), and people are nosy (bless their hearts). Truth is, I am both now. I am a Northerner who lives as a Southern Woman and I continue to evolve. I will, however stay firmly routed as the Northern Broad…Thank You Very Much!

(Originally posted on Anna North to South – 10/2008 – Consolidating Blogs)

Posted July 7, 2007 by A MUSE in 1