Sally arrived at Edith’s Salon the following Monday, excited to maintain her new look. As she walked in, she felt a sense of confidence, knowing that her hair looked fantastic. Sally couldn’t help but run her fingers through her short, curly hair, feeling the springiness of the curls. She felt like a new person with her fresh, bold haircut. Sally thought to herself, “I can’t believe how much I love this new look. I feel so alive, so confident, so free.”
Edith greeted Sally warmly, commenting on how great her hair looked. Sally blushed and thanked her, feeling proud of her new look. She took a seat in the styling chair, excited to see the transformation take place once again. Sally knew that this would be a weekly ritual that she would enjoy for a long time to come. As Edith began working on Sally’s hair, Sally closed her eyes and savored the sensation of having someone else take care of her. She felt pampered and special, and it was a feeling she knew she would want to experience every week.
As Sally takes off her dark blue Mac raincoat, Edith immediately notices her new outfit. “Wow, Sally, you look great today! I love the long skirt and the pale pink lips. It’s a more subdued look than last week, but it suits you well,” she says with a smile. Sally nods, pleased with the compliment. “Yes, I wanted to try something different and look more feminine,” she replies.
“And your makeup! Did you get your eyebrows done?” Sally nods, smiling widely. “Yes, I wanted to look more feminine, so I thinned them out a bit.” Edith nods approvingly. “Well, you’re certainly succeeding. You look great.” Sally can’t help but feel a sense of pride at Edith’s words, and as she takes a seat in the styling chair, she can’t resist running her fingers through her curly, inch-and-a-half hair once again.
As Sally sits down in the styling chair, Edith notices her running her fingers through her hair. “Try not to touch your hair that much, Sally. It’ll ruin the style and give off a bad impression,” Edith says with a smile.
Sally nods and apologizes, “I’m sorry, I just can’t help it. It feels so different and I love it.” She sits still, hands in her lap, trying to resist the urge to touch her hair again.
Edith laughs, “I know, dear. It’s a big change, and you look fabulous. But let’s keep it that way. No more touching until it’s time for your next appointment.”
Sally nods again, “Of course, you’re right. I don’t want to ruin it.” She sits back in the chair, taking a deep breath and relaxing as Edith begins to work her magic.
Edith brings Sally to the washing station and prepares to wash her hair. As she wets Sally’s hair, she says, “You know, Sally, if you want to keep this style looking good, you really shouldn’t be washing your own hair at home. You should come back here and have it washed and set in the salon.”
Sally nods as Edith massages her scalp with shampoo. “I see what you mean,” she says. “It’s just that I’m used to washing my hair every day.”
“I understand,” Edith replies. “But trust me, it’s better to have it done professionally. We use special products and techniques that will keep your hair looking great for longer.”
Sally closes her eyes and leans back as Edith rinses out the shampoo. “Okay, I’ll make sure to come back regularly for that,” she says.
“Good,” Edith says as she applies conditioner to Sally’s hair. “And while you’re at it, try not to touch your hair too much, alright? It’ll ruin the style and won’t make a good impression.”
Sally nods again and says, “I’ll try my best.”
“Great,” Edith says with a smile. “You’re doing great so far, Sally. This new look really suits you.”
Edith began to section Sally’s hair, taking small portions and clipping them up with small clips. “Your hair is a bit too short for rods this time, so I’ll be using clips,” she said as she worked. Sally nodded, watching Edith’s careful movements in the mirror.
As Edith finishes clipping Sally’s hair in place, she suggests, “Would you like me to do your nails, Sally? It’s always nice to treat yourself.”
Sally looks down at her nails and shakes her head. “No, thank you. I work a lot with my hands, so it’s not practical for me to have long nails.”
Edith nods in understanding. “I see, work does come first. But if you ever change your mind, let me know. I have some lovely shades of nail polish that I’m sure would look great on you.”
Sally smiles, “I will definitely keep that in mind, Edith. Thank you.”
“Well, it’s just a thought,” Edith replied, adjusting a clip. “But I understand. There are always so many things we want to do, but time and money can be a challenge.”
They continued to chat as Edith worked, discussing fashion and beauty tips. Sally found herself enjoying the conversation and feeling more and more feminine with every passing moment.
Edith finishes up styling Sally’s hair, and gently places a hairnet over her head. “This will help keep your hair looking neat,” she says, adjusting it in place. Sally nods in agreement, feeling the smoothness of her newly-styled hair.
“Okay, now you’re ready to go under the dryer,” Edith says, motioning towards the old hood dryer in the corner of the salon. Sally stands up and heads over to the dryer, sitting down and adjusting the hood over her head.
As she sits there, with the gentle hum of the dryer in the background, Sally can’t help but feel grateful for Edith’s expertise and care. She feels confident that her new hairstyle will help her present herself in a more professional and put-together way at work.
Sally drifted off into a daydream as the warm wind of the hood dryer gently blew on her hair. She was suddenly jolted back to reality by Edith’s cheerful voice saying, “Alright, Sally, let’s get you out of that dryer and into the styling chair!”
Sally blinked a few times, adjusting to the light in the salon. She got up from the chair and followed Edith to the styling area, taking a seat in front of the large mirror.
As Edith began to comb out Sally’s hair, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. She had never had her hair styled like this before, and she was curious to see the end result.
“So, Sally, what do you think so far?” Edith asked as she worked.
“It’s amazing, Edith. I can’t believe how different I look with this style,” Sally replied, studying her reflection in the mirror.
Edith smiled. “I told you, honey, you’d be amazed. Now, let’s see what we can do with these curls,” she said, picking up a pair of scissors.
As Edith worked her magic, Sally’s mind wandered again, this time to thoughts of how her coworkers would react to her new look. She couldn’t wait to show it off at work tomorrow.
Before she knew it, Edith was finished, and Sally couldn’t believe what she saw in the mirror. Her hair was styled in a way she never would have thought possible, and it suited her perfectly.
As Sally admired her new look, Edith secured it in place with some hairspray and a hairnet, instructing Sally on how to maintain the style.
“Remember, Sally, don’t touch it too much, and be sure to come back in twice a week for a wash and a touch-up,” Edith said with a smile.
Sally nodded, feeling grateful for Edith’s expertise and excited to show off her new look to the world.
Sally handed Edith the cash and said, “Thank you, Edith. I feel great. I’ll see you next week.” She then put on the plastic rain cap Edith offered her to protect her hair from the rain.
Edith replied, “You’re welcome, Sally. I’m glad you like it. Remember what we talked about. Don’t touch your hair too much, and I’ll see you next thursday.”
Sally smiled and waved goodbye as she walked out the door into the pouring rain, feeling confident with her new look.
As Sally steps outside, she opens up the umbrella she just bought. She looks up at the grey sky and thinks to herself, “It’s going to be a long day.” She pulls the plastic rain cap tighter around her head and starts walking towards the office building.
As she walks, she can feel the wind blowing the rain onto her legs and shoes. She wonders how her hair will look once she gets to work, but she tries to push the thought out of her mind.
As she approaches the office building, she sees people rushing in and out with their umbrellas. She feels a little self-conscious wearing the plastic rain cap, but she reminds herself that she’s doing it to protect her hair.
She makes her way to the elevator and presses the button to go up to the tenth floor. She takes a deep breath and tries to shake off her nerves. “I can do this,” she thinks to herself. “I’m here to work, and I’ll do my best.”
The elevator doors open, and she steps out onto the tenth floor. She looks around and sees the door to Mrs. Crowley’s office. She takes another deep breath and walks towards it, ready to start her day.
Sally smiled as she removed her rain cap and mac, trying not to mess up her new hairstyle. Mrs Crowley, the big boss’ personal assistant, was already standing by her desk, looking at Sally with a critical eye.
“Good morning, Miss Pierce,” Mrs Crowley said with a slight nod. “Let’s have a look at you.”
Sally straightened her shoulders and tried to look confident as Mrs Crowley inspected her from head to toe. She couldn’t help but feel a little self-conscious under the older woman’s scrutiny.
“Hmm,” Mrs Crowley muttered, raising an eyebrow as she looked at Sally’s hair. “Nice hairdo. I didn’t expect someone looking like that.”
Sally felt a twinge of embarrassment at the backhanded compliment, but tried to hide it with a smile. “Thank you. Edith at the salon did it for me.”
“Well, it suits you,” Mrs Crowley said, before getting down to business. “I need you to assist me with some little jobs today, Miss Pierce. I have a lot of work to catch up on and could use an extra set of hands.”
“Of course, Mrs Crowley,” Sally said, eager to please. “What do you need me to do?”
Mrs Crowley handed her a stack of papers. “Here, start by organizing these by date and priority. And then I’ll give you some more tasks.”
Sally nodded and got to work, grateful for the distraction from her own thoughts.
As Sally walks back home, she feels her feet ache and her body tired from the day’s work. As she approaches Edith’s salon, she notices that it’s already closed. “Maybe next time,” she thinks to herself as she continues on her way.
When she finally arrives home, she changes into her nightgown and prepares for bed. She takes off her makeup and gently washes her face, feeling a sense of relief. As Sally reaches up to run her fingers through her hair, she quickly remembers Edith’s warning and stops herself. She doesn’t want to ruin her new hairdo after only one day. “I never thought I’d be so attached to a hairstyle,” she chuckles to herself.
Sally puts the hairnet back on, following Edith’s instructions, and gets into bed, feeling content and at peace. “That was a nice day,” she thinks, before drifting off to sleep.
To Be Continued.