A few weeks ago I decided to go to the same hair salon that my sister frequently visits to get her natural hair blown out. It had been a while since my hair had been trimmed by a professional (I usually trim my own hair), so I figured why not? A nice trim and a blow out would be nice. I don’t get my hair blown out often, last time was 4 years ago and I wanted a change.
Normally, I’d steer clear of a Dominican hair salon because I’ve had bad experiences in the past. However, since my sister visited the salon and her hair always looked great after, I decided to give them a shot.
Before I go any further, let me say that my hair needed a lot of TLC. Although healthy, I have naturally very dry hair that soaks up everything it touches. This is why I do weekly deep conditions and hot oil treatments. It’s what my parched hair needs.
My hair also tangles easily and shrinks very quickly. In order for my hair to retain length, I detangle with my fingers while it’s sopping wet with conditioner. This eliminates breakage for me and I’m not ripping through tangles with a comb or paddle brush*. Like I said previously, I usually trim my own hair twisting my hair in small sections and snipping off frizzy ends and stray hairs sticking out of the twists with my sheers.
This has worked well for me for years now, so I’m not sure why I had the bright idea of going to a hair salon to get this done. Keep in mind, I had already lightly trimmed my ends a month before my salon visit.
Red flag number one was when I sat down at the wash bowl and the woman started washing my hair aggressively with shampoo that was in an unmarked bottle. What exactly is in that bottle? No one knew.
They just knew that it was shampoo. Next, a different woman asked me if I wanted a deep conditioning* treatment. My response was, ABSOLUTELY! The lady put a thin and runny conditioner on my head and sat me under a dryer. I already knew what was going to happen next.
Like I said, my hair soaks up everything it touches so I knew that it had already soaked up this runny no-name conditioner. I felt my hair under the dryer and it had already started drying because my hair wasn’t saturated enough. I tried to tell someone, but I was met with stares and head nods.