The Chicken Lady

The Chicken Lady

Monday, April 8, 2013

Becoming RedZilla

When I first decided to color my hair red, I had no idea how much trouble I would have keeping it.  I was always blond as a kid and remained that way most of my life. When I found out I was pregnant I stopped coloring my hair because of all the chemicals.  You want nothing to interfere when you're expecting.  After 9 months my hair was getting pretty dark. I never really knew what my real color wa because I had been coloring my hair since I was 16.  And brown was not an option. Walk down the hair color aisle and tell me its not overwhelming?  It's a crap shoot if you're using a box dye and I don't care what the box says.  After a several months of having every shade from orange to fire engine red I decided I had to  find a salon. That's cool for you if lots of money. I just couldn't bring myself to spending that much money every few weeks when I could buy shoes.. So then I figured I would try the local salon school. What the hell right?  To do this you need about 5 hours of nothing to do to but sit in a chair, meet new students each time, and try to stay awake. I have been bright orange to almost black." Let's fix it with highlights". REALLY?  Below another famous redhead, I have related to.

I was at the bar one evening with my husband and we had gotten to know the bartender. Ok, fine we frequent this place often and we got to know the whole staff.  She was also going to the same school to be a stylist and we started talking hair and all my traumas . She advised me to go back and ask for Kimmy. Ask for no one by Kimmy!. It was like she was a secret agent and you had to know someone to get to her.  I have been going for over a year to this school and I have never seen Kimmy.  Did I need a secret code word? Who is this goddess?  I went back and schedule an appointment with Kimmy.  Now, I'm pretty easy going and instantly we hit if off. She's bubbly and always smiling. She was a senior and I went to her until she graduated then I followed her to her first job. I love her service, her customer care, and we developed a great friendship.  She knows more about me than she probably cares to but its therapy in my opinion.
I could plan her into my calendar for the year if I were organized, but I'm not organized and I usually call her last minute. And without fail, she makes room for me. LOVE HER.  She mixes my color and it's the most amazing thing to watch. No references,guides or measured amounts, she just squeezes in tubes of colors that look like they belong on a canvas and away we go. She just knows what shes doing and  it right every time. I'm in and out with money still in my pocket,  Now, Ladies that is how a GREAT stylist does it. The moral of the story is find a great stylist and keep her. TIP her well!
http://hairsalon130.com/Ask for Kimmy.