Hate the hairdresser

So Ali calls me yesterday to WARN me about her hair.  Without any prior conversation with me about it, Ali decided to color her hair dark.

Now anyone that reads my blog, even casually, can quickly tell that I am a very visual individual.  Of all of my senses, what I see is the most powerful influence by far. I might not have lots of talents but one thing I can do is tell you in 5 seconds if someone has a good look or not.

When it comes to a woman’s appearance, her hair is one of the biggest things that contribute to her overall look.  It is for this very reason that I have a real problem with Ali’s hairdresser.

I can’t tell you how many times Ali goes in there with one idea about her hair and emerges with something totally different because that was the mood  Louis was in for the day. More often than not she emerges from his salon with something that I honestly just don’t think looks good.

Time and again I have expressed this to Ali and asked her why she continues to spend HUGE money to go to some guy that does her hair in a way her husband doesn’t like?  I’ve never really gotten an answer to that question.

Anyway I couldn’t help but get angry when Alison called with my warning.  She knows full well my feeling about her hair, she knows exactly what I like and what I don’t like.  Hell she carries around a perfect example of her having a great cut, style, and color in her wallet, it’s right on her drivers license. Despite knowing all of this she decided to go 100% in the opposite direction with zero discussion ahead of time with me.  To me that is being disrespectful of your spouse.

Despite my anger I tried to keep a level head on the phone.  After all I hadn’t even seen it yet.  Maybe there is an off chance it isn’t all that bad.  I decided to reserve judgment until I saw it first hand.

Well Ali once again stayed out late, not getting home until after 8pm.  I’m sure she was dreading my reaction.  She walks in and unfortunately it did nothing but reenforce my anger.  Her hair is the darkest I had ever seen it.  It is a VERY dark brown, it almost looks black.  I didn’t like it even a little bit.

I said nothing but “it’s VERY dark”  I continued to steam inside but instead of blowing a gasket I just took my shower and went to bed without saying anything else about it.

I think the biggest feeling I have right now is resentment.  Ali has a daily lifestyle that she finds quite comfortable.  She rolls out of bed without an alarm clock, she has the ability to work a schedule that she determines.  She is able to pursue her various interests, travels and hobbies as she sees fit because I am willing to fill in the gaps back at home.  Every night of the week save one she doesn’t roll into the door until at least 8pm.

I don’t ask for much in return for this.  However one thing I really appreciate is when Alison puts a modicum of effort into her appearance and does things that I like.  Spend 5 minutes on make up, don’t put granny clips in your hair when you know I hate it, nothing earth shattering.

Many, many times over the years Alison would ask me for specific things that I like and don’t like when it comes to her hair/clothes/make up.  In almost every instance she will make the change for a short period of time and then revert back. To say it frustrates me is a gross understatement.

Anyway this latest hair adventure was just an exclamation point on this roller coaster scenario. Her continued disregard for what her husband likes and dislikes can not be viewed as a good thing no matter how you spin it.