I had a lady doing my cuts and color for about a year or more and it was great when she started; perfect cut, excellent color, and suddenly the process went from a normal 2 1/2 hour ordeal to 4 and 5 hours!! She would occasionally make color mistakes (almost black once and purplish-red stripes instead of medium brown low-lights) and/or have to re-cut because it wasn't short or layered enough. I don't have the time or patience for that anymore so today I had to finally find a new place. I go Monday for my cut and whew! am I glad. I was on the verge of angry tears with this over-grown mess on my head. Seriously considered cutting it myself. I did hack at my bangs a bit (I always do that right before a cut....don't ask why, I don't even know) so I knew it was time.
Why is a stylist/client relationship so much like a romantic relationship? I mean really, you only see that person maybe once every 6-8 weeks and not even for very long. Normally, anyway. It seems like when you decide to leave that it has to be done gradually, or after a long absence (the method I chose). I understand the personal-ness of the service and the confiding that goes on, but why the guilt in leaving? Or is that just me? I always see in women's magazines where it suggests telling the person you're leaving and why, but wow, that seems like it's so rude. Picture it:
you: "Hi, I have to tell you that I'm going to be having someone else cut my hair."
them: "Why, are you moving or something?"
you: "No, really it's you, not me. I don't like what you do anymore."
Kinda on the mean side, I feel. I couldn't do it. In my fantasy, she doesn't even notice that I'm gone and we both go on about our lives.
:)
p.s. Wish me luck on Monday....
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