A Bit of a Cheat

There are two hair salons across from campus, and one seems to be eternally empty while the other is hustling and bustling with a steady stream of loyal clients who often book 2 or 3 appointments in advance to secure their place.

This salon is Snips. Sharyn is a client, and not even the pull of a regular could get me on the client roster.

Earlier today, there was a peculiar sign in front of Snips.

Walk-ins Welcome.

Had one of Lisa's clients died or moved to Idaho? No. Lisa hired a second stylist, Joe, who would be available to cut my hair.

I adore my current stylist, and I kissed many frogs before I found this competent coiffeuse. She's given me short cuts with movement and femininity, and she's given me purple hair. I was not looking to cheat. Honestly. But I am at that awkward stage of growing out my hair, and we could not seem to broker a happy medium with a style that looked, well, stylish. Besides, here it was...an opportunity to plop my butt into a chair in that cute little red salon minutes from my office.

After a few minutes chatting and pawing my hair, good ol'tattooed Joe performed a strange dance around me, and set about cutting my hair in a strange stealth-like manner that seemed more that he was tousling my hair rather than cutting it. that yielded very little clippings on the floor but resulted in a style that delights me.

Ironically, this is very nearly the bob I sought in my salon travels throughout the greater Poughkeepsie area. This cut is so cute that I almost don't want to grow out my hair!