I’ve had the same hairstylist for several years. Once you find that perfect hairstylist, you will travel a long distance to keep your stylist. Mine happens to be about 90 miles away.
A while ago, I was sitting in her chair at the salon explaining a new color and cut I wanted to try.
Me: “I want to add some red highlights and go shorter in length.”
My Stylist: “No! That is a horrible idea.”
Me: “Well, I brought a picture. Take a look. I think it would look great.”
My Stylist (tossing the picture on the counter): “That cut would not look good on you and you can’t possibly want that color.”
Me: “But I do. I am ready for a big change.”
My Stylist: “Nope. I won’t do it.”
Me (sputtering): “Well, I am the one paying you to deliver what I want.”
My Stylist: “No, you are paying me to look beautiful. Let me go mix your color. I will be right back.”
And with that said, she disappeared into a back room. I slumped in my chair when I noticed the woman sitting in a chair next to me.
If you could have seen her expression! She was stunned. She was outraged. She was ready to file a complaint on my behalf.
The Woman: “She was really tough on you. You have to say something! And if you don’t, I will!”
Me: “Well…..I’m pretty sure she only talks that way to me. You see, that stylist is my daughter.”