I seemed to feel very passive, and was actually filled with anticipation for what was to come.I seemed to feel very passive, and was actually filled with anticipation for what was to come. Janice led me into a room set off from the main salon. It contained a mirrored wall with low cabinets in front of it, a shampoo bowl and chair, a styling chair facing the mirrors, and a hair dryer attached to a chair. In one corner was a large machine on a stand that I assumed must be the permanent wave machine. It had a large number of insulated wires, with clamps on the end of each, dangling from what I thought must be a control head since there were several dials, lights, and switches on the front of the large round top. I had no idea at this time what part the machine was to play in the waving process but it was most imposing, maybe even frightening. "Please remove your blouse, we don't want to spill any thing on it." Janice's words startled me back to attention, I must have been staring at this machine longer than I realized. "Put on this smock and lean back at the shampoo bowl." Janice instructed. Janice was very thorough and I really enjoyed the way she shampooed my hair. Wrapping a towel around my hair like a turban she told me to be seated in the styling chair. She removed the towel and used it to dry my hair and then used a blow dryer and brush until it was barely damp. While she was drying my hair I was staring at myself in the mirrors and as she fluffed my hair out the excitement I had been feeling seemed to grow even more. |