I am very picky when it comes to my hair. And I'm not just your average picky girl. I grew up in a salon. My mom was a nail technician, and also did make-up and facials, and I would go there after school when she didn't have a baby-sitter for me. When I was too old for a baby sitter, I became the salon mascot of sorts. I swept hair, folded towels, folded foils, cleaned out sinks, ran errands, etc. The stylists tipped me out, and I had it made. I never once paid for hair cut/style/color/products, and the girls experimented with my crazy thick hair when they were bored.
I had an amazing guy in Madison who did my hair. At this ridiculously amazing, sort of punk-rock salon that I adored. (here is their website if you want to check it out: http://www.chachahair.com/)
Unfortunately, Jason doesn't really do up-dos. He sort of hates them. So I felt bad asking him to do mine for the wedding. I asked a friend of a friend, and over the holidays I had my trial. I went to her armed with these inspiration pictures.
I have no idea where this one is from, let me know if you do.
What she gave me was a frizzy, lopsided mess.
Have you had to break up with any vendors?
*iPhone photography of the hair trial mess by the lovely bridesmaid Vero, who I think may have been laughing at me a little bit. You should see the pics from 2 hours later when the hair was completely falling out. Not pretty.