I feel something oddly comforting as I walk into the hair salon. It smells of conditioner and peroxide, of hair color and shampoo. Everything is black, grey,and chrome. Sleek black chairs with chrome swiveled bases, black framed mirrors, grey baskets on black shelves, shiny black sinks with chrome fixtures, silver sprayed plants, and a vintage grey metal trunk serving as a resting place for a plant and magazines. The look is sophisticated and sleek, luring me in with a vision of all that I am not.
For I am neither sleek or sophisticated and, though I should feel out of place in this space, I don’t.
A lovely young woman with shiny dark hair and smiling brown eyes greets me, laughing as I confess that I look a fright.
“When I saw myself on a video chat the other day, I was so puzzled. I thought my grandmother had come back from the dead only to greet me through 21st century technology, and then I realized it was me!” I said shaking my older than middle aged head.
“Ahh! We’ll get you fixed up in no time,” She said leading me to a chair.
As she expertly worked my hair we chatted and my sad, busy week suddenly felt not so bad, not so sad.
We talked about the pandemic, about masks, about the vaccine hesitation in different communities. We talked about family and loneliness, about fear of others and the sadness of loss. We talked about long summer beach days and picnics on the sand, about her favorite television show centered on Persians in Los Angeles.
None of us has made it through this past year unscathed. Instead, we bear the wounds of disconnection and the discomfort of fraught friendships. We hold this tension in our bodies and our souls. We are more desperate than we know.
We are created for each other, for community, for the kindness and conversation of both strangers and friends. The stylist may never realize the impact she had, the therapy she gave on that black and chrome chair, but in the comforting conversation of a stranger I found myself relaxing. I left more whole, more thoughtful, and less of a fright.
Thanks be to God.
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5 thoughts on “Therapy in a Hair Salon”
Makes me want to find your hairdresser haha…a bit far from Turkey! :)
We have been in lockdown since Boxing Day- & no hair salons permitted to open since- still ongoing until end of March 😳- I remember it well 🤣🤣🤣🤦♀️
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I’m so sorry! This is my second time in a salon since March and it was a delight. Masks and only 1 other customer but the therapy was the same❤️❤️❤️
Another winner, Marilyn, just the sort of piece we all need right now. Thanks. Have a great weekend. ~ Kelly
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Oh wow. Thank you. Thank you. These words of thanks mean more than you know.
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