Everyone's in it for the comments, to some degree

When I started blogging, several years ago, it was more of a journaling thing. Imagine my surprise when I started to get a comment...or two. And then a dozen comments became pretty normal, and every once in a while I broke 20 comments. I was never a big-time blogger, but I was big enough for me. I felt that the random stuff I typed was being read, and either enjoyed or disagreed with. And that was fun.


Then many of the bloggers who commented/whose blogs I read stopped blogging. Some migrated completely to Facebook (which I have still not joined). Then I was laid off from my job and didn't post for several months. Upon my return, I shouldn't have been surprised to see that commenters had all but disappeared completely.

I am thankful that there are still a few who visit and comment regularly, like Jess, Liz, Liz and Overthinking Mama.

Maybe a few more will come back some day...or newly arrive.

Anywho...Today I'd like to talk about how I just don't belong in a salon.

Many years ago, I got my haircut wherever I got the best deal, then a friend introduced me to the salon. After my initial shock "$25 for a haircut?!?" (circa 2000), I fell right into it. After my son was born, I switched to another salon that offered Saturday appointments. After my son started getting his haircut at a "place" rather than at home, I switched to a cheaper chain place to offset the cost.

Hubby and my son gave me a gift certificate to a fancy-schmancy spa/salon for Christmas. Hubby tried to get a friend of ours to get one for his wife, too, so we could go together, but the friend's husband said his wife was "Not really a spa person." "Neither is my wife!", conceded hubby. But bless his heart, he got me the certificate anyway. I finally used it this weekend, just for a haircut, because I needed one anyway.

I appreciated the gift and the sentiment, but this spa was kind of snooty. I waited over a half hour past my appointment time, the stylist drenched the collar of my shirt when she washed my hair. To make matters worse, I felt that she was making a dig at my Mackinac Island souvenir shirt when she said "I'm sorry I got your t-shirt wet." Perhaps a fancier shirt would have stayed drier. While all salons try to sell their products, I felt very much like I was stuck in a commercial when she identified the shampoo, conditioner and serum as she used it. Then at the end said "Would you like to purchase any of the products we used today?"

I like the haircut, but she shifted my part about 3/4" to the side, so each morning when I first comb my hair I have very long strands hanging over on one side until I fix it.

I never felt so much like I didn't belong somewhere before. I knew I didn't belong when the haircut came to $45. Dude, $20 haircuts are plenty for me. Even $15. I used the remainder of the certificate for a green bottle of OPI nail polish for my toes. Because I'm a little more funky than I am spa.

But thank you, hubby and son, for a sweet gift. :-) The best part - The gift certificate was a deal - They got double value for what they paid for it! Yippee!