I choose vanity, I guess.

 

Does she or doesn’t she?

Well, she does, I mean I do and have been since my mid twenties. I’m talking about coloring ones hair, a prerogative mostly held by women, but I do personally know of at least two men who covered their grey. One who is 50 does it due to the persuasive encouragement from his wife. The other was someone I knew many years ago, and his reasons for covering up were because he greyed quite young and his wife of equal age looked like Polly Anna just graduating junior high. He actually hid the fact that he dyed his hair from her, until she found the Grecian Formula box, then he had to come clean, which amused her immensely.

I found my current hairdresser unintentionally because the woman who I had originally booked with was sick that day with short notice so they gave me Brian, which I didn’t mind, I never placed much loyalty on a hairdresser anyway. I was going to be leaving very soon for four months to work as the Baker at a fishing lodge in a remote area and I was hoping that the hairdresser could come up with a way to color my hair but that wouldn’t  leave a hard root line as it grew out, I didn’t know if they could even do such a thing.

Brian could. And as he covered my head in so many shiny foils-I swear I was picking up a lighthouse station in Patagonia- he told me of his ideas and plans of opening his own salon, how it would look, what services he would offer, like having a spa room for instance. When he was done with my hair I was so happy with it, I had no idea hair could look and feel so good. And three months later in the wilds of South East Alaska? Still gorgeous as it grew out.

15 years later from that first day, 12 of those years in his own beautiful salon, (A gorgeous heritage house in town, I was there when the ideas were hatching and watched it manifest!), he is still transforming my locks with my regular visits. We’ve moved away from foils; he’s using a product that not only continues to be good for my hair, but simply embellishes the lighter silver strands in my hair to become the soft highlights while the rest is toned to a warm medium blonde. Brilliant!

I figure it’s my one vanity/pamper expense, but then I think maybe vanity is too harsh a word. It makes me feel good, is that so bad? And if I am going to subject it to “processing” then I would rather have it done well and cared for and Brian’s my guy for that, the man has credentials! Not to mention our conversations are never superficial, we get into it. And the head massages are soo relaxing.

The day is coming very soon when I will have enough beautiful silver in my hair to begin to accentuate it rather than cover it, but for now, not too excited about salt and pepper. Only in my food, thanks.

And as far as hairdresser loyalty, I did see a different one once a couple of years back, a woman who operated a salon in my sisters apartment building and who my sister was a client and after commenting on how good her hair looked she suggested maybe I give a her a try.  So I did, and immediately felt – what? Guilt?  Because this tryst turned out the most mediocre of results on me, more like stripes of light blonde and dark and I knew I would have to face Brian eventually and explain when he sees it and thinks, ‘did I do this?’

So, I think I could now be classified as loyal.

 


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