Planning is just not something I do a whole lot of. I woke up last Saturday morning and decided that a haircut was in order, and that Saturday was as good a day as any to chop off nine inches of hair. I'd been inspired bySex and the City
, which, thanks to the wonders of syndication, is always on some channel, somewhere, at any given hour of the day. And because I am a woman, I can always use my vag-dar to find an episode. Recently, the 'dar pointed me to an installment from Season Five, in which Carrie has
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that I determined needed to be on my head, stat.
When I called Salon Pompeo around 11 a.m. to set up my appointment, I didn't know they'd been featured on Sheer Dallas. I didn't know owner Deanna DiPizio had been in business for 11 years. I didn't even really know where they were located (McKinney at Hall, turns out). All I knew was that they gave our calendar section co-editor Merritt Martin a doozy of a haircut when her regular stylist jumped ship. They had room for me at 2:30 p.m., and I allowed my trusty vag-dar to guide me into the loving care of Robert, a no-nonsense, loafers-sans-socks-wearing genius with scissors. A mere hour later, I was staring into a mirror, mouth a-hangin' open, at an exact re-creation of SJP's cut from the hastily printed photo I brought in.
At $65, it wasn't the cheapest haircut I've ever gotten (that one happened with a pair of office scissors, a hand mirror and a dorm bathroom back in college), but for a stylist who can actually do exactly what I ask, it's more than reasonable. And hey, Robert, maybe start thinking about hooking me up with commissions now that I've touted your skills in a very public forum. I'll be needing the extra cash if you're going to keep doing my hair. --Andrea Grimes