When I said haircut, I wasn't kidding. And, neither was Khaled (my hair person for 10+ years, I'm sure).
I met Khaled not too long after moving to Salt Lake. After a few misses, I found a hair studio I enjoyed and began frequenting it, initially a young woman took care of my hair. She left, and I was left to make decisions. What to do? I called the studio one day, desperate for a haircut. The receptionist asked me how 'edgey' I was willing to go. 'Edgey?' Meaning, there was an opening with a young man who had come to Salt Lake from Italy. His clientele at that time was composed primarily of young women in the community who modeled. So, 'edgey'; as in, not mainstream.
Too long a story already, I accepted the appointment and have been loyally having Khaled take care of my hair ever since. Let's just say Khaled is thorough -- what might take someone 1/2 hour, takes him at least an hour. The result -- really great hair; this time, tho, it is SHORT!
As I write this, I am re-reading -- and wondering, is there a theme in here? Boy, it would be a stretch.
However, this story would fit in with my 'space' theme this week -- that of allowing space in our lives for the new and/or the different. The day I accepted the appointment, I let 'edgey' in the door. See what an impact it had on me? I've never forgotten the initial appointment conversation. And, while I don't always walk out the door of the hair salon thinking I look lovely; by the next day, I'm happy. I stay happy until about one week before another haircut is needed.
So, hair shorter, I'm getting ready to teach my 9 am class this morning. Then, I think I'll take in a yoga practice at Snowbird.
Hope you have a great weekend,
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