I inherited gray hair at an early age and luckily my sister went to cosmetology school and became a stylist. She cut and colored my hair for years until she moved to Florida. Thankfully, before she left, my sister introduced me to a new stylist she had worked with at another salon. My new stylist knows what I like, listens to my needs and this is very important to me. I always look forward to my visit at the salon because I know I’m in for a treat. My hairdresser is understanding, skilled in her profession and has a great sense of humor.
Whenever I get my hair done, it’s the beginning of a great couple hours. I absolutely LOVE to have my head and hair touched; I go into a trance each and every time. Once my head goes into the sink and the lathering starts, I’m in heaven. My stylist knows this and makes sure I’m in the sink for as long as possible. Her fingers work magic while the drool runs out of the corner of my mouth.
When the shampoo and conditioning is done, we head over to the chair. She’ll comb my hair out and get ready for the color and highlights. It astonishes me to this day how she can whip up my color out of nowhere. I know she must have hundreds of clients and yet I’m treated like I’m her one and only. Even if I put a box color on my head, I have to read the instructions over and over and still question myself it I did it right. During the cut, she always asks if I like the length or if I want more off. Most of the time I tell her to just do what you do best, I trust your judgment.
We love to swap stories and tell jokes while I’m sitting in that chair; thankfully she owns her own shop. When she gets on a roll and starts swearing like a parrot, I end up with tears streaming down my face from all the laughter. I’ll probably never know where she gets all these jokes, but I sure wish I could tell them the way she does.
My stylist and I have become great friends over the years which make my appointment all the more enjoyable. It’s a time for us to catch up, reminisce and have a few laughs. She makes me feel like a million bucks every time I step out of her shop, I couldn’t imagine going anywhere else.
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Grafs 2 & 4 don't work yet. You tell us about the jokes without even trying to tell one of them! And in graf 2, you never get to the "understanding" part--so a rewrite, eh?
ReplyDeleteI'll rewrite...but I thought the understanding part was she knows I like to have my head touched so she makes sure she keeps it in the sink for as long as possible while her fingers work magic on my head.
ReplyDeleteClear now, but not on the page. When I hear "understanding," I'm thinking Darlene can tell her all the deep dark secrets and the hairdresser sympathizies, understands, done that been there. Or else, Darlene has this awful phobia about brushes and the hairdresser is "understanding" and does the whole appointment without a brush.
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