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‘The Hair Trial’ or ‘How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Stylist’
So I had my hair trial this week and it went well! Not sunshine and moonbeams and Cinderella’s helpful woodland animals good – but fine. My sister/maid of honor came with me to act as moral support and secondary eyes, which was quite helpful. Here’s what I learned.
1. Be honest. If you think you look like an alien, say so. I did. And surprisingly, my stylist didn’t slug me.
2. Bring documentation. Most stylists are good, but they’re not swami’s. If you like the curl in one picture, the height in another, and the style of a third, bring all three pictures. My stylist looked at all three for inspiration and then kept them in her file for reference closer to my date.
3. Have support with you. There’s no point in getting your hair done for a trial without pictures, so you need some one to do it. You also need someone to chat with you to break up the hour long blather with your stylist. There is only so much “The weather is great” either of you deserve. Bring company.
4. Communicate, communicate, communicate. I know we covered this in point one, but it’s worth reiterating. Tell your stylist if you think the curls are too tight, the bun is too low, the poof is too big/small/far back/far forward. Again, he/she can’t read your mind. You have a vision of your “look” that day. Give your stylist the tools needed to help you get there. If the stylist is worth the money you’re paying, he or she will be glad for the help.
So in the end, as most of you predicted, my hair trial went smoothly. The first try at my ‘do went okay, but not spectacularly. So instead of leaving less-than-happy, I said so. And much to my surprise, my stylist agreed. I don’t know if she was agreeing to placate me, but really in the end, it didn’t matter. Because I got my hair to look exactly like I wanted it to.
And my stylist – she took freaking notes! There is a whole folder dedicated to the pictures I brought in and the feedback I gave. And what I realized was this wasn’t an audition for me and my wedding “look.” It was an audition for a vendor – one who I am paying to help me achieve some (fairly) reasonable beauty goals. So if one of us should be taking notes, it’s gonna be the one who’s getting paid.