A Good Barber Is Hard To Find

You know how I mentioned I have an impulsive nature? Saturday night, at about 11 pm or so, I got the bright idea to cut my hair and so I did.

Armed with kitchen scissors because I couldn’t be bothered with finding regular ones, I zipped and zapped to my heart’s content. And just as you guessed, it was uneven.

Sunday morning, I washed it, combed it and patted it down and went to church because I am gangsta like that. Not really, but I pulled it off.

And because of how my luck is set up, it wound up being a long Sunday, with back to back meetings after church service and a friend took me to lunch after (yay me). By the time I was done, all the hair dressers around me were closed and I had to sport a bad hair do to work for a while.

Anyway, I was able to get a barber yesterday after work. Again, the way my luck is set up, I got the barber that no one wants. I told them I’d wait for the guy but it was getting to closing and there was still one person ahead of me.

It’s not that I thought she wasn’t any good. She’s good at what she does. But cutting hair the way I wanted isn’t her primary specialty.

I am an African female with extra coarse hair who wanted something close to a Mohawk but not really. That’s why I wanted the guy to do my hair.

Anyway, I conceded and sat in her chair and knew from the get go it would be a battle. She couldn’t really speak English. I tried to convey what I wanted in words.

“Just a trim please,” knowing anything else would be misinterpreted at this point. Of course she didn’t understand even this and started doing her own thing.

They say a picture is worth a thousand words. Whoever “they” is is a liar! I showed a picture. I showed her pictures of me, of my previous hair cut. Do me like this I said. She nodded as she pointed at the picture.

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I showed her these and others so she had an idea of what I wanted

We are getting somewhere I thought. Great! Glad I kept the pictures. Sure glad I showed her the pictures. Let’s just say I am happy to report that I was not butchered.

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And this is what I got. My fades.were not right nor was my trim. But it’s cool. It can be fixed. Later.

This too shall pass and this can still be fixed. By another barber. And before I sit down and let them do anything, I need to make sure we can have a conversation about salvaging my hair you know.

Phew. I was dreading having to rock a bald head for the next few weeks. I wasn’t mentally prepared for that.

If there is one thing that’s either a hit or miss first time around, it’s a barber and a hair dresser. Once you find the perfect one, keep them as close as possible!!

Have you ever had a bad experience with a barber or hair stylist? Let’s talk about it in the comment section.

KC

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About KayCee

The About Me section is always the hardest part for me to do. I never seem to know how to fill it in but I will try. Here goes; I am a fun loving person who also happens to be somewhat anti-social. This is not deliberate, I just lack social skills. Anyway, I love to write about pretty much anything but I have dedicated this page to talking about my life with hyperhidrosis and how it affects the most mundane tasks. I love laughing. It can be annoying because people think I don't take them seriously when I laugh but I do. Laughter works as defense mechanism when I feel cornered or just cannot give an answer right away. Or when I really feel the need to laugh :) I am usually quiet til I know you. A bit of a cynic but I always try to see the good in people. I still believe in humanity at the same time wondering if we will make it. I am a walking contradiction apparently. And that is it about me. Happy reading! :)
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