The Blonde Leading the Blind

After weeks of driving Spider-Husband bat shit crazy griping about the state of my hair, I finally made an appointment to get a haircut yesterday after work.  I love getting my haircut since discovering what was once the best kept secret in Indianapolis…the Aveda Frederic’s Institute.

A few years back, this Aveda store/salon training center in Castleton Square Mall.  I’m a huge fan of Aveda products – they’re the one luxury that I splurge on – and was eager to check out what services the offered as soon as the store opened.  It was fantastic – I got a professional cut that I loved, a mini facial, and a back rub from one of the student stylists for…are you ready???  $15 bucks!  That so rocks!

My only complaint is the insistence of both the instructors and students of using the term “fringe” to describe what is commonly known to the rest of society as bangs.  Now, I’ll freely admit that I don’t make a point to stay hip to the latest hair lexicon, but come on, fringe.  Fringe makes me think of suede chaps and cowboys or something my mother might have worn in the 60s to a peace rally.  Trust me…they’re bangs.  I spent the better portion of my teen years with a can of AquaNet teasing them to amazing heights.

Be forewarned…Aveda Frederic’s is not for the high maintenance hair hopper.  After all, these are stylists who are learning, and results aren’t always exactly what you envisioned.  But, if you’re willing to take a chance for the right price, it’s totally worth the wait for an appointment.