Back in the day (before becoming a mother), I used to get a haircut every two to three months. Now it’s more like every four to five months and by the time I decide to go, I am very desperate. After I dropped Stephen at school this morning, I headed to the High Road determined to get a cut at any salon that would have me.

The first salon I tried at just past 9 had one 70-year-old client in the chair sporting a helmet-style haircut which made me wonder about the type of cut I would get but it was ok because they didn’t open until 10 anyway. I headed down the street and went to the place another mom at school goes to but despite having a prominent sign on the door saying “no appointments needed,” they couldn’t fit me in until 11:45. So I turned around and tried one of the more chichi salons, Toni & Guy, but I would have to wait a half hour. Couldn’t do it if I were to pick up Stephen in time from school.

Last resort was Rush which I had passed earlier because it looked like it would be too hip. I was afraid I’d walk out with a punk haircut or something but I worked up the courage to go in and the guy who appeared to be training another stylist said he would take me. Feeling tremendously relieved, I went for it without asking any questions.

Fortunately, he was very professional. As you can see from the pics, the front is cleaned up but doesn’t look much different. It’s got a funky back which I hope looks ok when my hair is moving. That’s actually good because I like to go a little edgy with my haircuts. But was it worth ?60 including tip?!

 haircut 1

That’s right. Because I had failed to make an appointment, the Company Consultant cut my hair and it cost me more than $110 USD. Well, I suppose there’s no better place than London to get the most expensive haircut I’ve ever had in my life sans the awesome massage I used to get from my relatively pricey Aveda salon in Baltimore.

On another note, I do believe Stephen is starting to look more like me.