katie goes platinum
MY IDEAL HAIRSTYLIST EXPERIENCE I moved to California as a newlywed in 1993 and started seeing my husband’s hairdresser, Andy, shortly thereafter.
Sitting in his chair was a treat. While he dyed and cut my hair, he’d tell me about his romantic shenanigans, and I’d fill him on crazy things that happened in my friend circle or at work.
Years went by, and our chats stopped being about clubs and romance and started being about our children, dogs, spouses, and other topics of mutual interest. We never got tired of talking to each other.
He always gave me whatever haircut or color I desired. Sometimes, if I had no ideas, I’d let him do whatever he wanted (within reason), and I was always happy with the results. Over the years, I occasionally mentioned a desire to go gray when I got older, but neither of us pursued the topic. Getting older always seemed so far away! To my dismay, a few years ago Andy retired and moved away.
Occasionally, to save money, I’d do a box dye at home and return to the chair the next month feeling somewhat like a recalcitrant child. In my late 40s, after decades of dyeing my hair, I broached the idea of ditching the dye and going gray.