It is that one hairstylist they’ve been loyally seeing for years and years. Usually it is either a tattooed girl with spiky fuchsia hair, or a guy who wears aviator sunglasses and has a decisively European name like Paolo. This hairstylist knows everything there is to know about hair, and can be trusted completely to pull off a great haircut (and dispense relationship advice when needed). Finding that one great Hair Person is one of life’s most significant quests, ranking up there alongside Perfect Burrito Stand (at least here in Los Angeles) and Reliable Car Mechanic (who will not screw you over and overcharge you for car parts that you didn’t even need in the first place). I have yet to find mine.
I have been going to the same beauty salon for nine years. I go there because it is inexpensive and within walking distance of my house. The stylists are pleasant, and have never completely ruined my hair (which I guess has been my standard in a hairstylist – please don’t completely ruin my hair, and I’ll keep coming back). My way of ensuring that I get a decent haircut is by asking for the same hairstyle over and over. I leave without breaking the bank or crying from haircut trauma.
But recently I have become dissatisfied. I want more. I want someone who can tell me what sort of haircut will fit my hair type and face shape and lifestyle. I want someone who can magically sculpt a masterpiece out of my sometimes temperamental hair. I want someone who simply gets me and my hair. And if possible, I do not want to spend an exuberant amount of money.
Later this week, my friend who always has amazing hair is taking me to her stylist (that’s when you know you have attained solid friendship status – when someone is willing to share their hairstylist with you). Maybe I will finally find the perfect Hair Person.