Why I love my job
Friday, August 24th, 2007
I had the cutest old lady come in to the salon today. She was about 80 years old or so, and her name was Barb. She was very sweet and talkative, and she had a precise opinion on what she wanted her hair to look like. Her hair was already short, but she wanted something with more “style”, something -as she put it- different from all the other old ladies out there. According to her, her hair had a mind of it’s own and she wanted it to have the final say. Meaning, she wanted her haircut to reflect the way her hair grew. She pointed out all of her ‘cowlicks’ and different growth patterns, and the way her ears stuck out if the hair was too short around them, and the way her hair liked to fall to the left side. She wanted to be able to just wash and go, with no fuss. Also, she wanted choppy bangs.
I was very nervous after this in depth consultation, but I had faith that together, we could come up with a good style for her. I cut and textured and razored and cut some more, whittling out a nice shape that would hopefully meet all of her criteria. At first I wasn’t sure if the idea in my head would pan out in reality, but I was pleasantly surprised by the outcome. It was an almost perfect, sassy little ‘do that just worked for her. Even her daughter exclaimed, “That took ten years off you! Very hip!” She just smiled and said, “Yes, it’s a style that’s all my own.”