Let it be known- I am not much of a makeup, scented lotion, or hair product aficionado. I am more of a mascara and lip gloss, vanilla or Shea, please-Lord-do-something-about-my-Hermione-do kind of girl. Despite that, I do go to Ulta occasionally.
My first foray into the land of all that… stuff… happened while I was on a quest for conditioner to help with the aforementioned frizzy hair situation. My daughter recommended a particular product, and I went in search of it.
Long story short, I am an adult with discretionary income that likely exceeds that of a teen, and I was there to buy something. I was patently, blatantly ignored by all employees, despite the fact that they talked to many other customers and to one another while I wandered around overwhelmed by the variety of products.
I didn’t look like something from the Zombie Apocalypse. I was dressed professionally and was there after work. I carried my one and only really nice purse. I wore actual makeup that day (pre-mask time), and my hair looked okay (for its normal self).
Nope. I might as well have borrowed the Invisibility Cloak.
Lather, rinse, repeat. Again. Again. Again.
It got to the point it became a joke. I sometimes went there not needing anything but simply because I was nearby and wanted to see— is today the day someone working the floor will speak to me?
I will be generous and say three times out of 20+ visits, a sales associate said words to me before I got to the cash register. I only remember one for sure, but I will go as high as three just because I am feeling nice today.
I have decided to let my hair go natural gray. However, I wanted to avoid the GRAY / BROWN divide, so at Thanksgiving, the stylist I see basically bleached it, and I am now a graying blonde.
This weekend was my first foray into Ulta since the great hair color transformation. Once again, I was there for conditioner and lip balm. Having helped myself unassisted so many times, I knew where the items should be, and I didn’t expect to be there long.
At least five associates asked if they could help me find something.
Five. In one shopping trip.
I had on no makeup. I was wearing clothes I don to clean my house. I had not styled my hair.
I was simply there, a blonde instead of a brunette.
I kid you not.
It’s still COVID times, so I can’t really test out whether blondes have more fun, but they sure as heck seem to get better service!