I’m a beautician, not a magician! – Plaque seen on most hairdressers’ walls.
This post is dedicated to the poor souls who cut hair. I currently have a hairdresser I like. She is easy to work with and we talk the same language. There have been others but it’s not always that way.
Some people have the same person cut their hair for 30 years. I’ve moved a lot and my hairdressers have changed careers; secretly moved in the middle of the night without telling me (yes, this is true); and died (I thought that was going a bit far to avoid me as a customer). Consequently, I have had many. Often it’s not about their skills. It’s about the other stuff.
Let me explain:
- The talker: All hairdressers seem to talk a lot but this one was really bad. I went to her once for a haircut. She would continue to cut whatever section she was doing until she finished her story. My cut was a little lopsided because the description of her grandson’s Halloween costume took longer than the trim for my right side. Asymmetrical is a look, isn’t it?
- The I-need-a-husband person: I went to a hairdresser for about a year and was happy. She was a middle-aged attractive single mom. Then, she fell in love. She started insisting I come to her home for the cut (she had a spot in her house set up for hairdressing). She was on the phone all the time. I caught her in a series of lies. People in love aren’t very good liars. She changed my appointments depending on the availability of her self-employed boyfriend. It became obsessive. That wasn’t what took me over the edge though. She started a chemical process and went to “throw a load of wash in.” She came back a half-hour later. My hair was fried and it took a good six months to cut it all out. Never went back. Hope things worked out with the boyfriend because she lost several customers.
- The BFFs: This is when two friends work together. They chat endlessly. You can’t get a question or comment in edgewise. You are trying to tell her that you are growing out your bangs and in that second…..yep, she snipped them off. You just spent two weeks with hair in your eyes for nothing.
- The one-styler: I had a few of these. I go in and say what I want but end up looking like the person who sat in the chair before me and oddly, I have the same haircut as the hairdresser. I suspect she had just been to a show and needed practice.
- The drama queen: This person was one of my favorites until I moved out-of-state. She is the stereotype of a hairdresser. She knew everyone’s business and told everyone her business. She was cute and young and bubbly. I had intimate knowledge of all her attempts to conceive (she eventually did). I also knew dirt about everyone in the place. She did a great haircut and her color was fabulous. When I moved she was kind enough to give me the color formula.
- The husband and wife team: This should have been a winner. They owned the salon and it was just the two of them. They were located within five minutes of my home but they drove me crazy. The wife criticized the husband all the time. She corrected him and scolded him until I left.
The hair business is tough. It’s very personal. My idea of a quarter-inch trim may not be the same as your idea. Communication is key. If you use the current slang you may end up with something that your conservative self can’t live with. Wispy, spiky, chunky, shaggy, angled, scrunched – what do they all mean? Different things to different people.
Getting a haircut just like a celebrity will not make you look like her. No matter how I try, I do not look like Meg Ryan (and believe me, I have tried!).
My appointment is next week. I have revised my hair vision several times. My visions usually have a younger me with a full thick head of gorgeous hair that just needs the right haircut. I have a whole week to go.