I went back to my old hair stylist today, Jennifer Kim. I had left her a few years ago when the salon raised their prices yet again. She is very talented, but I had hit my limit.
I joined the rest of the family in going to a very sweet and fun young woman from Ethiopia at a more reasonably priced salon. She was good, but not quite at the level of Jennifer. Nevertheless, we were all happy with her. Then COVID hit. We managed to see her once during the past year, and then she returned to Ethiopia.
That brings us to our next hairdresser. She’s very bubbly, fairly cheap, and would come to our deck. We all enjoyed her humor, but none of us were satisfied with our cuts. I began to get the distinct feeling she didn’t really know what she was doing with my hair.
I went running back to Jennifer today. Now she has her own little space in a building consisting of 20 independent, beauty-related businesses. She is so happy to be running her own show. She couldn’t figure out what the previous hairdresser had been thinking, but she worked her magic.
I am back in good hands and have renewed by commitment to my hairdresser extraordinaire.
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