I liked David. His Scottish brogue was difficult to understand so I’d just let him do his thing, and I’d walk out of Elenbi feeling good. Then he left the salon. David’s replacement at Elenbi didn’t have his styling skills. I looked to Naz for sympathy, and we chatted about hair: how it is important to feel that our hair reflects our style, that a good cut means you’ll feel presentable even if your clothes are ordinary and, importantly, that it means no fussing about getting it to sit right—style with minimal maintenance. A good haircut makes life easier. We had both noticed how fabulous our friend looked since she had changed her hairstyle. Who worked their magic on her? I wanted some of that magic!
|so far, so good|
At first I wasn’t sure. I loved, loved, loved what Mel did with Naz’s hair. But mine? It was ok but …
In the weeks that followed, I told myself that it was a big ask for a new hairdresser to interpret what I wanted from a haircut, especially when my hair was a mishmash of styles. I decided it was only reasonable to give Mel another crack at it. Much better. But still … My hair is very thick and grows fast so I have it cut every four weeks. The time for my third appointment was upon me and I hadn’t looked for another hairdresser so there I was at Mischief again. This time, I took a photo of me with my hair looking how I like it. Why oh why hadn’t I done this before?! A couple of more visits to Mel and I feel like me again. And who is me? Old but still a bit BOLD!