Let me start with, I am not a hairdresser. Well, I have been known to take the clippers to my sons head, but that is to save all hairdressers out there from his fear. Trust me, there have been times when you would have thought I was killing him not just cutting his hair. That’s a completely different story, so back to the original thought.
Whenever I go to get my hair cut, I have an expectation that the hairdresser knows what to do. I am hoping today is a good haircut day as I watch the hairdresser assess my hair. Believe me, I know my hair is difficult, I deal with it on a daily basis. So why, why, why do they ask me- “how would you like it cut”? I usually fumble around and try to explain what I want, hoping it makes sense. I try to use the correct lingo, but I think I don’t say it right. Is it feathered or layered? What’s the difference between tapered and rounded? Thinned? It’s all so confusing to me. Really, all I want is it to be cut the way that one guy did, 2 years ago, before he moved away. By the somewhat blank look from today’s hairdresser, I’m guessing today may not be the day.
After the initial fumbling request, she starts in. That first cut. Ok, so far so good. Nothing drastic I think she gets it. Pretty soon the scissors are snipping and the hair is falling, hey wait! why are you cutting it like that? That isnt’ what I want- or at least I don’t think it is. It doesn’t feel right. It’s never been done like that. Oh this is going to be bad. Now it’s too late. I sit and watch in silence hoping it will turn out ok. I do give some direction, now and then, and it seems to be ok. I wait for the final cut and the reveal.
I tried to explain how I like it cut on the left side so it will fall correctly but I am not sure it’s going to be what I said. She is finished and I take a look. Hmmmmmm. I guess it’s ok. I admit, it’s not horrible. I worry if it will look the same when I do it myself tomorrow. No matter, it’s too late now. Any further cuts will just be too short or just wrong. I agree that’s enough and she removes the drape. I head to the counter and pay the fee.
At home I head to the mirror for the obligatory brush and closer inspection. I figure, it’s shorter it will do, at least for now. It’s only hair and it will grow back. Even now, a few days later, I am not thrilled. Maybe I should learn how to speak Hairdresser?
I do appreciate a person who knows how to cut hair. It’s nice the have that ability to help people present themselves well. That’s what we all want, right? To present the best of ourself, to look good. We judge people on looks and first impression. Just remember, maybe the person you are judging just doesn’t speak hairdresser.