Friday, November 14, 2008

Learning to Bite My Tongue

Just a few days ago I finally dragged myself to a hair stylist to have my roots taken care of. One of the annoying aspects of relocating is searching for a new stylist that is talented and somewhat close to where we live. Well, I've found someone close to where we live, but as for the talent...did I mention she is close to where we live?

The new stylist was great with the color, but the cut was scary as her English is not the best so communication was tricky. Luckily I had brought a photo from a magazine to give her an idea, so it was somewhat similar to what I wanted.

Hair styling aside, I got the usual question, "Do you have children?" Hmmm...yes, it's not my favourite question, in fact I hate it, but at least I don't breakdown when asked now. I kept my chin up and said no, but that my Darling Husband and I were trying. Then I was asked how long. I replied six years. Surprise, surprise I received 'advice' that I don't really believe works. You know the one, I know someone who was trying for 13 years and 'just got pregnant'. Yeah, right.... Then to top it all off, I received the infamous, most annoying advice ever given to any woman suffering from infertility, "Just relax!" Argghhhh!! "You're going to Hawaii in a couple of weeks, you never know what may happen while you're away! hahahah" I just smiled politely and nodded. Honestly, I just don't have the time or patience to deal with people who have no understanding of the medical reasons behind infertility. Now I need to find myself a gay male hair stylist...

3 comments:

Shauna said...

so funny and true!

KandiB said...

I always feel like the "gay male hair stylist" is way more critical of my hair/dress/etc. I'm sure I'm just imagining things :) Either way, sounds like you found your colorist, now you just need a stylist. Fun, fun, fun!

Pamela Jeanne said...

Ah yes, the hair salon. Next to grocery store which seems to have pregnant woman stationed on every aisle, it's my least favorite place to be trapped with the small talk questions. It's not like you can get up and go when you are trapped under a cape with any number of odd thing on your head. I think the gay male stylist route would be infinitely more enjoyable.