The day before prom my daughter Mallory decided she wanted an up-do. Usually I help her with hair and make –up, but up-dos are not my territory. It would look more like doo-doo. I asked a friend if she knew anywhere we could go last minute (our salon is out of town and hard to get into) and she recommended a – let’s say – generic salon where we’d never been (Red Flag #1).
However, she had an up-do done there and was very pleased. So I called and sure enough, could get an appointment for the next day (Red flag #2). The day of the appointment Mallory decided that instead of an up-do she might want something down, with a pretty braid.
She found some photos online; however my printer would not print (Red flag #3). This was disappointing since the pictures showed exactly what she wanted – and as we women know – a visual is always helpful at the salon.
The stylist took her to the back and I can hear the conversation which goes something like this:
Lady: Well, do you know what you’d like to do?
Mallory: Yes, I think I want a waterfall braid and leave the rest down and curled – natural looking.
Lady: What’s a waterfall braid? (RED FLAG, RED FLAG –ABORT ABORT)
Lady: I don’t think I can help you. I don’t know what that is.
I decided I better go back and intervene. “Maybe the braid has other names,” I say, sounding hopeful. She had books with pictures. Very stiff, unnatural pictures. Think grown women with Toddlers and Tiaras hair.
Finally the stylist worked with Mallory’s hair and got a braid in it – around the crown, kinda lumpy – and made some rather large, stiff curls in the bottom. (Nothing like the pictures Mallory showed me.) I said things like “Oh, that looks like a waterfall braid. Oh, that’s pretty, Mallory. “ I was lying but I wanted to get out of there. I hoped Mallory really would like it.
$35 later we left the salon and the minute my daughter looked at her hair she HATED it. I wanted to get angry, but it’s HAIR, for Pete’s sake! (I cried for two days over a bad perm in 8th grade – I could relate!)
She was ready to take a shower and start over. I convinced her to take it down so we could work with it. Online we found a tutorial on waterfall braids. I was actually able to do something with her hair that she not only liked – but LOVED!
I am a penny pincher. I hate wasting money, but Lord knows I am picky about my hair. Why should I expect anything different from my daughter? Our relationship was strengthened, and my child wasn’t humiliated. I’ll pay $35 for that any day of the week!
When she’s not rockin’ an up-do, Dina assists husband, Ralph, in the operation of their landscaping business. She is mom to Mallory, 16, and Luke, 15.