Going to the hairdressers has always been something I’ve enjoyed. Of course, you have to find a hairdresser you like in the first place, and whenever you’re new somewhere, it’s always hard to find that perfect salon.
After 3 false starts, I found the hairdresser I’d been going to for the last 12 or 13 years. They were lovely, 2 sisters who had a nice salon with friendly staff. The bonus was that both cut my hair well, so I could go to whichever one was working and free on the date I could make. They’d also given up their salon and worked out of a salon in one of their houses which made it a lot easier to get to, being out of town.
But I had a fringe cut in. 7 years ago. This was fine, and was never a problem until the last year, and I couldn’t work out why neither of them seemed to cut my fringe to my liking. Very odd and annoying. I’d get home and then perfect my fringe trimming skills, by chopping a bit more off.
A few months ago before my last appointment, I’d noticed a friend’s daughter had just had a beautiful haircut, and asked where they went. One salon and hairdresser recommendation later, a huge debate with myself as to whether I really wanted to try someone new, and I had an appointment booked at a different hairdressers. Scary.
I felt like a real traitor to my old hairdressers. What if I had to go back there after a terrible haircut? What if I bumped into them elsewhere and had to explain why I’d changed hairdresser?
It was really nerve-racking going to the new salon. Or just any salon as I’d not been in one (other than the barber’s for N) for years. It was great to be able to nosy at more than one other person having their haircut, but having full length mirrors wasn’t flattering at all. In fact, quite off-putting. Then there’s all the things that you love or hate that you’ve managed with your old hairdresser over the years:
- The fact you hate having your head massaged
- The fact the hairdresser knows nothing about you so small talk’s hard
- The fact that you have no idea what the hairdresser is going to be like. Mine turned out to have totally mad ratty back combed hair (I can just about live with a bad haircut, as I’d hope she cuts better than her hairdresser!), tattoos up her arms (I’m not a fan), slightly gothy make up, and a sheer long over-shirt worn as a jacket which appeared to be inside out.
Thankfully she was really clear about what she was doing with my hair, and cut confidently. I did have a panic when she cut a lot more into a fringe, and it looked rough before she straightened it. Thankfully once straightened, it looked great, and since then I’ve been able to style it fine.
So, despite the over chatty (about his own holidays, his girlfriend and parents) junior who washed my hair, the madly ‘styled’ hairdresser and awful mirrors, I can overcome these to return…who can say no to a 50% off haircut thanks to it being a referral, a loyalty card, and a haircut I like.
Have you gone through changing hairdresser? What made you change? Did you have any awful experiences trying out hairdressers to find the right one for you?