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.
I found a new hairdresser who was known for being a great colorist. She wasn’t as easy to talk to as Andy, and her prices were much higher, but she came highly recommended and she was a super-talented colorist.
A close friend had gone gray in stages – she let a long strip of hair on either side of her face go undyed, and it looked very striking against her dark hair. When she was ready, she let the rest go undyed as well and it made the whole transition easier for her.
I insisted that I didn’t mind and that I wanted to leave one long section of hair (that framed my face) undyed.So, to indicate her displeasure, she sighed heavily and proceeded to make a very sloppy job of it. And she barely spoke to me for the rest of the visit.
I’m a pretty self-confident person with good boundaries. But for some unknown reason (fear of aging? fear of hairdressers?), I kept going back and coloring even though I knew in my heart I didn’t want to anymore.
I made the decision to ditch the dye, and I knew that meant I had to find a hairdresser who wouldn’t make me feel unsupported or judged for going gray.