Sweating the small stuff
Thursday August 29th 2019, 10:08 pm
Filed under: Life

I actually have hair. I don’t have cancer nor chemo nor baldness; I have no right to complain.

And yet. It happened not once but twice and I was done.

It took me a year to get up the courage to try again.

I took recommendations. I wanted the reassurances that only getting through it could offer me. I did not ever again want to spend that kind of time intensely rueing having so much of my hair chopped off above my ears after saying I only wanted the bottom trimmed below my shoulders.

Krista from knitting gave me Kimber’s name and told me I would love her.

It took me over a month to finally reach out to that number, but today I found out she was right. I do. I cannot tell you the relief it was to have it matter to her that how I wanted it was how she did it. She asked lots of questions. She listened.

I love my new haircut. It’s actually how the old stylist used to routinely do it, plain and simple and hippy earth-motheringness with a little bit of a shorter sweep across the side of the face. That face in the mirror, said the woman with lupus-onset prosopagnosia, I recognize.

I can trust someone with my head and hair again and that feels like no small thing.

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Yes! Getting the hair right is a wonderful thing….said the gal with terribly thin hair from a family of baldies…?

Comment by Ruth 08.29.19 @ 11:47 pm

I’m so glad it worked out for you!

Hubby has decided he wants me to cut his hair. I get nervous just thinking about it. Fortunately, it’s just back and sides 🙂

Comment by Anne 08.30.19 @ 12:08 am


Comment by Mary 08.30.19 @ 3:34 am

Isn’t it interesting how little details count so much?

I am happy you are happy.

Comment by Suzanne in Montreal 08.30.19 @ 5:32 am

Oh my gosh!!! I can’t even imagine having to change after 20+ years! So happy for you!!!

Comment by Jayleen Hatmaker 08.30.19 @ 6:47 am

Oh I ENTIRELY understand. I had waist length hair for years and was terrified of hairdressers whose eyes would light up the minute they saw me. I flew to New York for years after I moved away to stay with the same hairdresser. The woman I have now came highly recommended and has been wonderful. I hope she never leaves her salon.

Comment by Abigail Goben 08.30.19 @ 9:45 am

Having someone you can trust is key. I just heard a story from someone who went to a new hairdresser, told her exactly what she wanted, and the next thing she knew, the stylist said, “Whoops!” Not what you want to hear in the chair. (She went waaaaayyyy too short.) Glad you found a good one.

Comment by ccr in MA 08.31.19 @ 11:33 am

I used to take someone with me to the salon because I couldn’t see anything with my glasses off. Almost every time whoever I took started reading and I’d suddenly hear “Oh NO!” from that person. Sure enough, I had a pixie haircut again. When I find someone who will listen to me and cut it the way I want, I stay with them for as long as possible. It is always unnerving to have a new person cut my hair!

Comment by Mary 08.31.19 @ 2:31 pm

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