I'm currently sitting here with my phone attached to my hip, waiting for a phone call from a salon I reeeeeally want to intern at.
As I said in an earlier post, this whole process of finding a salon to intern at is a little intimidating and nerve wracking for me. I'm finding it a very delicate balance of "do I want to intern here" and "do they like me".
Last week I met with a salon, and realized I may have dressed myself like a funeral director. True, I was dressed in school clothes, but still, I felt frumpy. Walking into these salons blind, I never know if I'm dressed "right" for the type of look they have going. Am I supposed to go all out Jerseylicious or keep it simple and classy? I'm also realizing you can't just call and talk to someone, they want you to come in so they can have a look at you. Which simply means I'm thankful I don't look like Jabba the Hut, and that I've learned how to properly do my hair and apply lipstick.
Before I started school (and ask any of my friends) I didn't even know how to properly put on makeup! It's been a yearlong process of reinventing myself, and I'm realizing more every day that every time I walk out the door, I'm representing myself as a hairdresser. Would you want to go see someone to do your hair when they look like they just rolled out of bed? I wouldn't either.
So the search for an internship continues, and so does my own journey to always put my best foot forward. Even if I have to watch Youtube videos by high school girls on how to properly apply eye shadow. I ain't too proud!
Hopefully I'll be hearing back from above mentioned salon within the next few days, and I'm planning on calling another one tommorrow.
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