A few years ago I was in Barcelona with my parents. (I spent the year teaching English there. They came to visit. Etc. Etc.) My mom spoke a little Spanish. My dad, almost none.
One afternoon my dad went out for a walk and came back with… a haircut. My mouth fell open. But… what did you say to the hairdresser?
He shrugged his shoulders and made scissor motions with his hand above his hand. I laughed. Well, there’s not a lot of hair there, so I guess there’s not much to lose.
Haircuts are funny things. Let’s be real here: there are so many things that could go wrong. So. Many. Things. You are letting a stranger–or worse, a friend–wield a sharp object close to your face.
There was a time when I cut a friend’s hair in our workplace bathroom. We used dull kitchen scissors with scotch tape stuck to the blades. And guys, I messed it up. I really did. But it was okay. She got if fixed by a professional a few days later. I also cut my mom’s hair once, in what we call the ‘dark room’ in our basement. It has an unfinished cement floor and a paint splattered sink and no windows–I assume that’s how the room got its name. That haircut went well enough.
I’ve had my own share of good and bad haircuts. I got eight inches cut off while living in Chiapas, Mexico–that went great. Then there was a time in high school when I told the hairdresser I wanted long bangs–no good.
I’ve tried to establish a correlation here, but I really can’t. The quality of your haircut does not depend on whether your haircutter speaks the same language as you, or is your daughter, or is your friend.
I was in Austin for a few days last month. I was walking from downtown to the UT campus when I passed by a hair salon. Without having made any plans to do so, I walked in and got my hair cut. It made me realize that I have this quality called a-lack-of-concern-for-who-cuts-my-hair. I think I get it from my dad.
Your father is very smart! He was paying a professional to look at his face shape, feel of and comb through his hair and then put his talent to work! Wah Lah! When you get a “bad” hair, consider what you told the professional before they welded the scissors! (Wait…..was said person REALLY a “professional “??!!)
YES! I just got my first non-spontaneous haircut in the past… 5 years. You inspired me to write the following post: http://bubblewriting.blogspot.com/2016/01/why-im-not-great-client-for-hair-salons.html
Cool! I like your post a lot. Also I’m going on Facebook now to find pictures of short-hair you.