She then informed me that the stylist's name was Hilda and the salon name was Hair Jazz. We were all a little skeptical, but thought, how bad could it really be?
1:00 rolled around, and we pulled up to the address to find Hair Jazz. I was always taught never to judge a book by it's cover, so although it looked a little sketchy on the outside, my mom and I decided to go in and see what it had to offer.
We met Hilda, a nice 40+ woman who matches the exact description of a woman who would be named Hilda.
As I sat down to get my hair done, she mentioned she had no bobby pins. How is one supposed to do an up-do without bobby pins? Luckily her salon buddy had some extra laying around. Who knows where they came from. So I described to Hilda what I wanted, just a low pony tail, with my bangs pulled back and some curls pinned up. (I demonstrated almost exactly how to do it). Hilda began and as she started I realized, things were going downhill. I began showing her what to do, but she was NOT having it. So instead she turned me around, with my back to the mirror so I couldn't see what she was doing.
30 minutes went by, Hilda finished, and when she whirled me around I saw her finished creation, what we now refer to as, " The Hill-Do"
In all seriousness the pictures do not do this beauty justice. We decided that it was a mix between a polygamist and a Jewish Wig. The front of my hair was honestly an inch off my scalp, and there was so much hair spray my hair was white. I like how Hilda left some of the pony tail out, it gives it a nice touch, don't you think? I took this one with my phone, so I have 3 chins, but it gives a better picture of the front bangs.

Luckily, my mom was to the rescue. We went to my cousin's house, she brushed out the hair spray, curled my hair, and went to Nordstrom to buy a headband. What would we do without mom's? Or sisters who book us appointments with Hilda!
Thanks Ash!!! :-)


