“Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like,” read the sign above the mirror of my longtime hairdresser in Dallas.
I’m having a struggle. Oh, it’s the typical thing one goes through after a move: establishing a network of goods and services, friends and activities. But there’s more to it this time, what I call hair-impact change.
My hair is thin and fine, although I still have plenty of it and shed like our dogs. Keith and I clear out clogged tub and shower drains regularly. The cowlick in front to the right of my part has become more pronounced so bangs don’t work well. And the bump in my scalp has decided to define the location of my part. I always thought it was a cyst but my dermatologist said it’s an undercover mole, no longer mysterious or covert. When my hair is very short, it becomes naturally wavy and quirky, but when a little longer it’s straight and somewhat flat. Whether long or short, humidity creates full-scale hair rebellion – not a pretty sight.
I used to wash my hair every other day, but now it’s less oily so twice/week is fine. And I have natural highlights now – silver (ok, it’s grey) – so I’ve decided to stop coloring my hair altogether. What style might accommodate that awkward grow-out period? More to the point, what hairstyle will set off my 61-year old face and (wishful thinking) off set the rearrangements my body has made in the past ten years?
“Life is an endless struggle full of frustrations and challenges,” so I’m looking for a good hairdresser to help me with mine. I’ve tried a couple of walk-in places, a young gal who layered my hair around my face and left it longer in back, and then a more experienced gal who layered the back and left the front longer. Only later did I realize that both had cut my hair the same style as theirs.
I was very pleased with the results both times, hair and shaped eyebrows, what’s left of them. I looked great until I washed my hair and couldn’t replicate their results. Also, a few odd strands hung down every which way, so I kept a pair of scissors on the bathroom counter. I’m not a good hairdresser, as you can imagine, but at least I’m not swatting flyaway hairs or yanking unruly locks tickling my neck.
So I’m back looking for a hair stylist who is willing to take me as I am and help me look a little better outside the salon.
Have you found a hair stylist you like?
Very cute! The layers and the cowlick will have their way and play havoc. But the smile outweighs them always!
Thanks, and true enough, chaotic hair offers an opportunity to “oh, well” smile at ourselves.
I totally understand your pain!
Thank you so much – we’re all in this together!