Saving Money At The Salon

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I’m a simple gal but, I still like a good hair cut. I’ve cut all the hair at my house for years, including my own. A perk from having dropped out of beauty school. My brother Jay, used to sing “Beauty School Drop Out” on cue, just to watch me twist off.

Once or twice a year I would loose my angles and have to go to the salon to get a grown up haircut and start over. My mother contends it’s easier to find a new gynecologist than a hairdresser. I agree. Dealing with hormones and hair can be dramatic.

Regardless, of the drama of once in a while having a bad haircut day, we have saved over $10,000 since we’ve been married (14 years) by doing most of it ourselves.

Now that we are out of debt, I wear my hair short and have to head to the salon every six to eight weeks (which I’ve grown to kinda like.) I found a great small town spa with ladies that I adore and they are so reasonable, I am happy about tipping. There is only one problem. I cheat on my hairdresser. If total truth be told… a little bit on Ben, too.

Since confession is good for the soul…let me tell you my tale of color.

I am naturally a dark brunette that has been graying since high school. At 36 I’m almost half gray. Ben thinks it would be cool if I let it go gray, but I think until he catches up to me and is totally bald, wrinkled and to the point in life he doesn’t recognize me, I’ll probably color it. Well, I won’t. I’ll have Cornelius do it.

I happened onto Cornelius one day while holding a box of Lorelle color, and muttering under my breath, ’I wish I had someone to do this for me…’  When I looked up, there he was, with one hand on his hip (like a woman would), sizing me up and down and said, in his best foreign accenthe said, ”Cornelius will now, color this mess.”

Although sounding a little gay (my best haircut ever came from a gay guy) he was forceful and steamy. I was a little hesitant until he threatened me with spanking. (Sorry, this is really what happened.) His spa was far from the simple luxury I was used to. In fact it was very comparable to my old bathroom. And besides a few weird quirks like his strange outbursts, “SILENCE! Cornelius will now speak…” that would spook me and cause his cats into a frenzy, I loved him. My hair has never looked so good and it doesn’t cost me a penny more than the hair color itself.

Finding your Cornelius is easier than you think. In fact you might sleep with him already. My Cornelius is not some stange freak. He’s Ben, a military-type, banjo playing, wrangler wearing, man’s man. Who loves me enough to pamper me, cut up with me and act silly while we save just a little more money for our next trip. Sorry ladies, my Cornelius is taken. He is exclusively mine. My hopes are you won’t have to look further than the pillow next to you or to a good friend to find yours.

Everyone is trying to save money today. It seems the little luxuries get the ax first. Why not find your own Cornelius the great, or Fronca, the German masseuse, and save some money? Manicures, pedicures, waxing, and hair color can double as good times shared with friends. If you lack the basic knowledge of pampering,YouTube has some informational hair cutting and coloring videos and other tips.

How do you save money at the salon?

Simply,

Sis

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