THE ORGANIC SALON

Gone were the days of me paying $100 to get my hair done, even $50 seemed too much. Almost a year ago my visit to a beauty school/salon turned out to be my last. I visited another salon afterward, but I ended up not going back because the hair brush being used on my hair appeared to have pieces of everyone who used it since the day it was bought.
 
It was early morning as I sat there waiting on the hairdresser to arrive, I was heading to a "Refresh 2016 Camp Meeting" in Ohio that weekend and I wanted to look part way decent for the event.  Although I'm very patient, I did not want to wait all day at a salon, just to get my hair done. In the old days, it seemed a whole work day, filled with sitting and waiting, would go by before I could finally get my hair done until a friend from nursing school pointed me in the direction of Dominican Salons.
 
This salon had a barrage of make-up, hair products, even organic healthy supplements to Cure Cancer, Diabetes, Arthritis -you name it- they had it. I had been there a while, both in days and minutes, but I didn't mind WAITING…at least there was Christian Gospel music blaring through the intercom overhead. They were in Spanish, but I recognized most of the songs that were playing. I asked about getting my hair done by Grechi, because she had done my hair in the past, and it came out splendid, but for some reason, I was assigned new hairdresser-no worries. She also did a good job with my hair, so I didn't mind when she finally showed up for work that day.
 
The kinks and knots were now being straightened and I was well on my way to being done, when a girl, barely in her twenties, with long, beautiful, black hair sat in a chair across from mine. Her hair was filled with so much moisture and shine, that no matter how hard it seemed combing would be, I would gladly sacrifice it to have her hair until her hairdresser turned the barber-style chair around. There it was a big gaping hole in the back of her head where hair was supposed to be. The fungus/dandruff was eating away chunks of her hair. She must have been so unhappy being that the hair looked so nice and long on the outside, while all along the hair was falling apart as the fungus continued eating away at her head. The whole thing went by in slow motion it seemed. Live and in living colors, although it would be nice if I wasn't there to experience the whole scene unfold. It's as if the Lord wanted me to be there at that very moment.
 
I stopped putting relaxers in my hair a few years ago as well as using fungus filled products; such as alcohol on my hair a long time ago, yet here I was breathing in the fungus itself. As I sat there doing my own hair with dressings containing Sulfur (click blue writing to order), Tea Tree, and Peppermint Essential Oils (click blue writing to order), to just how many people gets in my head, every time I visit the salons. I could be sharing a brush with the people who have used the brush on that day, and everyone else who have used the brush since it was first bought or last washed, whichever came first. Grechi, as I mentioned, has also done my hair in the past, so there was no telling how many times I have shared the same equipment used at this very salon and others; including the chairs.
                                        
The brushes and combs, flat irons that are being used all play a role and the products containing alcohol didn't help either. I have looked at the ingredients being used at another salon, and they all contained alcohol, even though this particular cosmetologist claimed that all the products in this salon were natural and healthy for the hair.  Needless to say, I have not been back to either salon and if I were to return, I would be bringing my own brushes and combs. I was already bringing my own flat iron and personally-concocted Oil/Essential oil anyways, so at least that portion will be covered.