My Hair is Driving me Nuts but No Poodle Cuts Please!
My last hair cut was November 2025 before I left northwest Illinois for the winter. The length was a smidge below my ears.
Iāve been in south Florida since early December and, now, my hair is just above my shoulders.
Thereās more to my hair care dilemma than what a normal person has to navigate.
There are plenty of hair salons in the areaā¦
But when going into a salon, I have to consider my Multiple Chemical Sensitivity (MCS). For a little about MCS, see my About page
The place has to do hair cuts onlyā¦ no perms, no hair coloring, no chemical treatments, etc, and definitely not a place where people also get their nails done.
Even just a hair cut place is toxic - with laundry being done, people wearing perfume, and the use of hair care products.
My best bet is to go first thing in the morning when thereās no waiting in line and before the place gets way too toxic for me.
Up until a few years agoā¦
I got my hair cut in the city, just a few minutes away. It was a walk-in place, reasonably priced, and they spoke English.
Sadly, the place closed.
The vast majority here speak Spanishā¦
Many also speak English but some only speak Spanish.
I understand a teeny bit of Spanish but the only thing I know how to say is āNo hablo Espanolāā¦ and based in a recent (friendly) interactionā¦ I apparently donāt say it right š
A language barrier is not a good thingā¦
Especially when it comes to telling someone how I want my hair cut.
Been there. Done that. Lesson learned!
Thereās a place in the local Walmart with a mix of stylists but Walmarts are notoriously too toxic for me. Going inside is too risky.
I love that Walmart has curbside grocery pickup but, unless they do curbside hair cuts, I have to pass.
My options are limitedā¦
My hair is a bit out of control but the nearest place that meets my requirements is an hour away. I just havenāt had the gumption to make the drive there and back.
A few years ago, I embarked on an ill-fated experiment after watching YouTube videos on how to cut my own hairā¦ but I wonāt be doing that again! The salon person who had the honor of fixing my screw-up had to pretty much scalp me.
Nikki is a Pet Stylist (aka dog groomer). I told her she could cut my hair as long as she doesnāt give me a Poodle cut. I canāt quite put my finger on it but, for some reason, she wonāt oblige her adventurous mom with a quick hair cut.
Iām not one for wearing hats but I may resort to buying a baseball cap to get me thru until I leave.
Itās either that or courageously own the wild hair look.
Connie š¼
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Life Right Now
- My Whereabouts ā Southeast Florida
- Home Base ā An extended-stay hotel
- Iām Here Until ā Sometime in March or April
- Note To Self: Just go with the flow. Paddling upstream is too much work.
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