marriage off, hair off

A lot of times, people will change their hair when they are going through major life changes. I understand the psychology behind it: your hair / appearance is something you can control in a world where many things are not under your power, such as deaths, breakups, etc.

I had a lady come in, very determined to cut off all of her long beautiful hair. As you know, I encourage this type of behavior, but I also want to make sure the person doesn’t regret it. Hair takes a long time to grow back, and even if you get a good cut, you might not be happy with it if it’s shorter than you wanted or are used to.

But this lady was sure. All of it. Off. I felt like the Italian barber cutting Audrey Hepburn’s hair in Roman Holiday (which she actually did on camera, btw). So, as I gave her a cute new ‘do, I asked what spurred the change. Turns out she was supposed to get married… that coming weekend. Something had gone sour (I didn’t press for details) and she said her now ex-fiance had always liked her long hair. Since the wedding was now off (a development of only the night before!), her hair was coming off too. I could see the weight literally (and figuratively) being lifted off her shoulders as I cut it.

I was glad to help her gain some independence, and hopefully some happiness.

 

(ps- She did donate her hair to Locks of Love, thereby getting a free haircut and helping a good cause.)

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trained

A lady came to get her hair cut, and she was in a wheelchair. While we did our thing, her husband waited patiently in the lobby, obviously used to accompanying her on errands. Suddenly she remembered that she had left the coupon in the car.

“Ed! Go get me that coupon. It’s in the car somewhere!”

She didn’t say it in a mean way, or bitchy at all, but he obediently put down his newspaper and walked out, without saying a word. I remarked on it, finding it odd that he didn’t even say “ok” or “yes dear.”

“After 43 years, he knows better. This is why I could never get rid of him. Even if I wanted to, I’m too old to start over. I’ve got him just how I like him.”

Hopefully it was a symbiotic relationship and they were both happy.

 

 

necessity

An elderly lady had come in for a shampoo and style. She was recovering from a recent surgery caused by a fall. She had broken her left leg and right shoulder, leaving her unable to do most things for herself.

“My husband has been great though. And he’s lost 15 pounds! Now he realizes all that I do around there. And I didn’t realize how much I did, until I couldn’t do it anymore.

It’s good to not ever need a man, but it’s nice that if you do, one is there.”

True that, sister.

No pressure, vol. 2

We know that brides are generally higher maintenance when it comes to their wedding. I’ve already mentioned the dude that just casually drops that he’s getting married this weekend and needs a new hairstyle. But that was beaten.

Friday, late morning: A 20-something guy comes in for a trim. I can see both by the notes in the computer and the length of his hair that it has only been about a week and a half or two weeks since his last cut. I mention this to him, and he says “Oh, well I’m getting married today, so I need to look cleaned up.”

Wait? Today today? Yeah, at 2:45. Since this was a Friday afternoon thing, I figured he was  just heading to the courthouse or something. But no, it was a real shindig, taking place on a rented farm, with people that flew in and everything. Oh, and there will be pictures. He’s just  “getting a few last minute things taken care of.” You know, before his wedding.

I guess I can put on my resume that I’ve done wedding hair!

No Pressure

A guy came into the salon the other day looking a little shaggy,  but pretty standard. When he sits in my chair, I ask what we’re gonna do. He says he usually has a faux hawk. As I’m looking at his hair, I say, “well you don’t have one now….” as all of his hair is clearly the same length, not longer in the middle (which is the very definition of a faux hawk). “Yeah, the last place I went really screwed it up.” Turns out instead of going to his normal fancy downtown salon, he had gone to a certain unnamed chain salon that offers cheap cuts but also has a time limit on each customer. So rather than take the time to give the customer what he wanted, they just buzzed his head all over and yelled Next!

No problem, I can fix this. But it turns out it was imperative that I fix it…. he is getting married in 2 days.  Well, poop. Wedding haircuts are important. Maybe not as important on the groom as on the bride, but still. So I took my sweet time with the cut, and kept checking with him every step of the way to make sure we were on track. When I finished, he seemed very pleased. Not just seemed – was very pleased. He affirmed the cut was good enough to get married with, and that made my day.

Taking a stand

I had a gentleman come in today with curly hair over his ears and touching his collar. He sat down and I expected him to tell me to clean it up a bit. But instead, he said “My mom always made me have short hair. My wife always made me have short hair. Now I’m divorced, I want long hair! Make it longer!”

Well, I can’t make it longer, but I can give you a trim so that it grows faster. “Yes! But don’t touch the back. I want it long. I want to look like that actor Michael Landon!”

I convinced him that I needed to trim it all over, especially since he hadn’t touched it since he and his wife split…. 8 months ago. We came to a compromise, and he got to keep his length but I still got to earn my pay.

You know it’s time

I was doing the hair of an adorable elderly lady that was just passing through town. She was one of those classical “beauty salon once a week” gals, but since she’d been traveling, she hadn’t been in three weeks. But she made a special trip because, as she put it:

“When your husband of 53 years wakes up in the morning and says ‘your hair looks awful’ then you know its time to go to the beauty salon.”

 

I didn’t mind chatting with her, and she loved her hair. I’m a little sad she doesn’t live in town, so she can’t come visit me regularly.