Judging by the number of weeks ahead I had to book my appointment, it looks like I'm not the only one with my eyes on Flick. But by the time the big date (I mean, day) came, I was ready for a change. I sat down in their urban-chic salon with my stylist, Abbi, and she intently listened to me blabber on about my sordid hair history. I'm pretty sure I even mentioned my incredibly unfortunate 6th grade yearbook photo in which I apparently thought frizzy pigtails were the new hot trend (they weren't). And I thought they would complement the braces and glasses thing I already had going on (they didn't). To her credit, she at least pretended to empathize and I told her to do whatever she wanted with my hair, just no bobs and no neon.
A couple of hours later, I found five inches of blond hair on the floor and shorter, blonder hair in the mirror. I loved it! I've never had my hair this short and while I do miss having long hair, it was definitely a needed change. Abbi was wonderful and entertaining, we talked the entire time and only once did she try to get me to buy products I can't afford. Plus she offered me a Diet Coke as I waited for my highlights to dry--girl knew the way to my heart.
Since I've never been able to recreate Abbi's perfect blow dry and style, I think I'll let my hair grow out a few more inches to require a little less effort. But it's nice to know that once again, I've found the real deal--attentive, fun, and talented, Abbi and Flick are the way to go. Please do not leave town, I'm begging you.
