Weddingbee Blog

So…I had another hair trial on Saturday. ((Pause for disgusted eye roll)). I won’t tell you where it took place because I don’t want any angry mobs hunting me down after I write this, but it was not good folks. Not good at all. Since the last disaster I was convinced that it can’t be that hard, so I did a quick little mock-up myself:

This is just a random Tuesday after work. No product - just me, a comb, and some bobby pins. It took me a whopping 5 minutes to get it up there, but it’s kind of challenging to hide bobby pins in the back of your own head. (Note: I am WORTHLESS at styling hair. It’s a small miracle that I got it up there in the first place). So, armed with pictures of my own hair the way I want it (there was a front one too but I can’t seem to find it now) I went for my second trial.

When I walked in, the woman who turned out to be my stylist was sitting in a pedicure chair eating a bag of chips. She stood up, wiped her hands on her apron, and got up to shake my hand. At this point my feet actually turned involuntarily towards the direction of the door, ready to run. But I thought to myself, “Don’t be judgmental, she is probably great at what she does. So good, in fact, that she has to eat right here because she’s so busy all day. What if the poor woman didn’t get lunch? You should give this a try.” Don’t get me wrong, I love chips and one is allowed to eat them wherever they might like, but there was an air of professionalism that was missing. Note to self: always go with your gut.

After 45 minutes in the chair, I was left with this:
Please note that there is a whopping total of two bobby pins holding up the ’do. Two. It was sliding down my head as I took this. And another shot to demonstrate my favorite part, the slope:Left side? Good. Right side? Not so much. I didn’t take a picture of the front because I had already pulled it out…it was literally shellacked to my forehead. Sigh. At this point there is one last salon in Lake Geneva that I can try, and then I am left to my own devices.

I can’t help but think that maybe I should just let it go and wear it all down like I normally do everyday. With some professional makeup and the big white dress, maybe the hair isn’t that big of a deal? What do you all think, anyone decided to either do their hair themselves or just forgo any form of updo and wear it down? A few bees (most recently Mrs. Lovebug and Mrs. Penguin) have gone that route and I think it turned out lovely!