I know some people think of going to the hairdresser as a kind of treat/spa session. They see it as a pampering, relaxing experience. Me? I'd have root canals without anaesthetic more willingly usually. I have hairdresser phobia. I found a good hairdresser at home and refused to go to anyone else, even when I moved 150 miles away. An addiction to Tabatha's Salon Takeover took my phobia to new levels. Basically, it's hard for a hairdresser to impress me.
I bought a Living Social coupon for a cut price cut, scalp treatment and blow dry at Darren Kwik's salon. I decided to take a chance on using it-despite my fear of places without personal recommendations or multiple Yelp reviews. I hate having to phone so decided to try emailing about getting an appointment, fully expecting to hear nothing. I was shocked and thrilled to get a speedy response and a time slot on the day I wanted! It was so efficient and easy.
Anyway, I kind of feel sorry for Darren and the challenge he faced on Saturday when I arrived into him. I'd been to the gym so my hair was a mixture of damp and frizzy and dragged into a ponytail. I'd thrown on shorts and a t-shirt after the gym so to say I looked "casual" is to put it kindly. I left home too late so ended up jogging along a good bit of Queen West to his salon just slightly west of Trinity Bellwoods. He was therefore landed with a glowing, scruffy, frizzy haired mess expecting him to make me pretty!
He rose to the occasion with not the slightest bother and was as calm as I was flustered. His consultation was unhurried and really excellent. I think he's the first stylist I have ever had who immediately worked from the fact that my hair is naturally curly/wavy and that I'd want a cut that would suit it curly or straight. He talked about cutting layers to frame my face. I asked him to try to keep the length in my hair. He solved my query about why my hair felt so thin by pointing out how thin the longest layers had been cut previously. He somehow managed not to be derogatory even when I told him it was ratty/wispy/terrible! He didn't even scold me for colouring my own hair-he just gave advice on how to minimise damage.
I liked that the salon is small (just 4 stations) and cosy. It felt so calm and relaxing in there. Everything was spotless and comfortable.
He washed my hair himself and gave me what was hands down the best scalp massage I've had in years and years. I thought I was going to fall asleep on the chair! We then settled into the main business of cutting. He was reasonably quick-but in an experienced way, not in a rushing through it way. His version of taking an inch off the ends was more like 3 inches...but to be honest I think it needed it. I do wonder if a hairdresser's inch is a special measurement like a baker's dozen though. I don't think I've ever had an actual inch cut off! He chatted away a little while he was cutting but would have let me stay quiet if I wanted I think. I sipped my coffee happily as he worked away.
When it came to drying my hair, he asked what look we were going for and I blurted out "partyish" because I was actually going to a party that night. He somehow managed to know exactly what I wanted and gave me a flicky look with movement and volume! I swanned out the door with a new spring in my step and my hair looks much thicker and healthier after him. He gave tons of advice on hair care without once pushing any particular product. It was a pleasant experience and I gave the cut its real test this morning when it was time to dry it myself. It went well! It was much more manageable than before and he actually managed to keep a lot of the length. I may have found my Toronto hairdresser!