Weddingbee Blog

…or why I’m dead set on scheduling a hair trial before the wedding.

The year was 2008. My hair was well below my shoulders and had started to acquire that scraggly look at the ends that screams for a trim. As I sat in the salon with my head dutifully tilted downward, quietly listening to the sound of the stylist’s scissors snip-snipping away along with her chatter to a nearby stylist, all conversation suddenly ceased, and I hear a terrified “oops…” whispered from behind me. Essentially, the stylist was a little too distracted talking with her nearby co-worker and had mistakenly lopped off a huge chunk of my hair. Unfortunately, no amount of layering and blending could mask the error. I couldn’t find any photos immediately after the cut (probably because I was refusing to be in any photos at this point), but I did scrounge one up to show y’all what my “trim” looked like a couple months later:

The haircut fiasco of 2008

Needless to say, I never went back to that salon again.

Fast forward a couple years of patient hair growth, and it was finally long enough to style. Mr. Tartlet and I had the opportunity to go to a black-tie charity event, and I figured I would go out on a limb to get my hair done. Although I didn’t tell the stylist at the time, I was secretly hoping that this could be my undercover hair trial to determine whether they could give me the look I wanted. I brought in an inspiration photo that looked like this:

(source)

And ended up with a ’do that looked like this:

The hairstyle fail of 2010. Note my crossed arms of displeasure.

The stylist assured me that the curls would “fall out” given some time, and if they didn’t to just run my fingers through them a bit. Three hours later my hair still looked like a jumble of boing-boing curls, and when I tried stretching them out a bit I ended up with a hot mess of knots at the end of my hair. Solution? I gave up and jumped in the shower an hour before the event and threw my hair into a slick ponytail for the evening.

After a discouraging six years of salon hopping, I had given up hope of finding someone who could consistently style and cut my hair. Planning our wedding opened up a entirely new avenue of salons, though, via online review sites , which is where I found the ladies of Posh Hair & Makeup Studio. Remember the loose, tousled waves I so wanted? I handed them the same set of inspirational photos and was much happier with the result:

Image courtesy of Aruna B.

I promise I’ll share where this photo came from in a little while, but unfortunately for Mr. Tartlet this is all he gets to see for quite some time. *evil grin* Sorry to be a tease, babe, but you know I’m slightly diabolical like that.

Does anyone else have a hard time landing a good haircut? Are you scheduling a hair trial before your wedding?