The Guilt of Changing Hair Salons
How do you break-up with someone who knows all your secrets?
It’s no secret that women have a close relationship with their hairdresser; we tell them absolutely everything. There’s just something therapeutic about sitting in that chair, someone softly playing with your hair, listening while you tell them every dirty detail about your life.
I remember one of my first salons. It was fancy and located in a trendy neighbourhood, but I don’t remember my hairdresser there. I knew it was expensive and can still hear my dad complaining, my mom hushing him. She didn’t want to take chances on a bad hairdresser and was willing to pay more so that a haircut would look good instead of cringe-worthy. When I was younger I didn’t understand why my mom would be so worried about such a thing; didn’t all hairdressers do a great job?
I remember bits and pieces of this so-called fancy salon, but I remember switching salons more clearly.
We switched to a hair salon a little closer to home and probably much cheaper than the original and I was 13 when I met the hairdresser that would be mine for more than 15 years.
She was bubbly and funny, kind and welcoming, so when she opened her own practice, I followed. Because who wouldn’t? She was always friendly and once I was old enough, would add a little Baileys…
