A story starring a student and a pair of scissors.…
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Being, uh, frugal, and intimidated by big, bright salons, I have not always been fussy about who cuts my hair. Throw in the confusion of tipping, and you have one big paralysing fear of hair salons. I know, I know—for shame! There are so many good hairdressers in New York. All the big names! Sally. Frédéric. Garren. Ted (Gibson). John (Barrett). And so on. But, as you know, those people charge $600 FOR A HAIRCUT. And they’re too busy cutting fringes for every chick in Hollywood, anyways. (But if you do want to splurge on the celeb-stylist experience, just make sure you book, oh, two years ago.)
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Posted by: Brooklyn Betty
Tue, 29 September 2009 4:43AM
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When you head off an indulgent spa-kinda holiday, you don’t usually think of New York, do you? Those green-tea-drinkin’, steam-bath-loungin’ retreats tend to be in exotic places like Bali and the Maldives, or some quaint little village in the south of France. New York is more about competitive shopping, late-night bar hopping, and trying to ignore the stench of garbage lapping at the curb. However! We do have spas—lots of ’em. And when you think about it, what could be better than treating your sore little tootsies to a foot massage after a shameless splurge at Bergdorf’s, or escaping all those bloody taxi horns by slipping into a peaceful, Zen oasis to bob about in a plunge pool for an hour or two? ... 
When I first came to New York, 13 years ago, I was so enamored with the sweeping scale of the city’s department stores that I would buy a lipstick or a snow globe (all I could afford) just to get my mitts on each store’s signature paper shopping bags. I can still remember the awe of strolling through those big, heavy doors into grand halls dotted with snooty counter ladies in and buns tight enough to give them facelifts. (That’s my theory on why they don’t smile. The fragrance sprayers, however, those gals can’t quit smiling. And spraying.) There’s no place like a department store for treating pretty-making products with such reverence. (And don’t we love it?) ... 
If you’re anything like me, the first thing you do upon entering a hotel room, even if majorly jet-lagged, is make a beeline for the bathroom to scope out the bath products. Maybe it’s their adorably wee size that I find so irresistible. Or the chance to try something new. Or, OK, let’s face it, it’s probably the idea of getting something for “free”.... 
Greetings from New York! My adopted city is the home of the famous Red Door, Kiehl’s, C.O. Bigelow, and more day spas than you can poke a pretty stick at. But one of my biggest NYC beauty thrills is a whole lot cheaper than the posh places: the drugstore. (And how much fun is it to say, “I’m just running out to the drugstore?” Lots. Makes sense, too: at drugstore prices, beauty is totes addictive.) ... 
