Somehow it seems that we arrived much more quickly to L’Oreal today than we did the other day. Sabine opens the door for us and ushers me in, the receptionist the same one who took my appointment on Tuesday, ushered me toward the back and led me to Monsieur Bouquet who takes my hand and says “Enchante, mademoiselle, I am pleased to make your acquaintance, allow me to show you where you can sit so that I may look at your hair” I smile at him and say “I am pleased to meet you as well, would it be alright with you if my best friend Sabine sat near us?” He smiled and said “But of course mademoiselle” I signaled over to Sabine and she sat right next to me, beaming with excitement. I on the other hand felt such queasiness in my stomach and my throat was parched, I was a nervous mess. Don’t get me wrong Monsieur Bouquet was very kind and you can see that he was a true professional. He gently undid my hair from its pin and started to comb it out with a strong motion. I could feel from his hands that he was clearly in his domain and very sure about what he was about. He combed all the tangles out put my hair in a side part and then he pulled it back and up and let it all fall back down. He put his hands on my shoulders and said “Are you ready to come with me to get your hair washed?” I took a deep breath and said to myself, here we go, it will be fine. I smiled and said “yes”.
All that I can say about having my hair washed by a professional is that everyone should have the experience once in their lifetime. When I put my head back into the sink and the water started sprinkling on my head at a really nice temperature, I thought that was lovely and the shampoo felt tingly on my scalp which was quite pleasant but when I felt the fingers start massaging my scalp at my temples and gradually circle around my head and going down to my neck and then proceed back up to my temples and then back around, I was helpless against the sensation of intense goose bumps, my knees went weak and alarm bells could have gone off and I wouldn’t have cared. Everyone in the world needs to experience a head massage it would make the world a much nicer place for everyone, I promise. It is the greatest sensation in the world, at that point I didn’t care if I had a hair cut or not, the massage was that great.
When my blissful head massage came to an end, the moment of truth was at hand, it was time for my haircut. Monsieur Bouquet and I went back to the chair where Sabine was sitting in her hair reading a magazine. She looked up and put down her magazine and started talking to me telling me about what she had seen in the pictures of the Vogue magazine and the ideas that they had given her. I was thankful for all her chatter because it did distract me from focusing on how much hair was falling on the floor. I had asked for a ponytail of my hair to be saved before Monsieur Bouquet had even started to cut, Sabine had it in her handbag. I couldn’t help it but my eyes kept looking down and noting quite a pile on the floor and my stomach was still a bit clenched with nervousness because I still wasn’t sure how this was going to end up.
When I was allowed to look up at the mirror, Monsieur Bouquet wasn’t done mind you, he was simply done with the big cuts, now he was going back and forth and making smaller cuts and it looked like he was sculpturing my hair to fall in a pre-determined place. It was fascinating how controlled his movements were, it really looked like artistry. My stomach was starting to relax because I was staring to see the final result and it didn’t look hideous. Sabine kept her dialogue going and I must to confess that it was very soothing and I was so glad that she was a part of this. This was another adventure to add to our life story. Monsieur Bouquet’s hands started to slow down until the scissors were put down on the counter and then he got the hair dryer. While he was gently drying my hair and styling it in place, I was getting used to the bizarre lightness of my head. I felt that my head had lost at least 10 pounds, it felt so weird.