For more than a year, the same very talented woman cut my hair. She was the one who convinced me to go from shoulder-length to chin-length, who always asked about my love life and career, who always had a great news tip (music to a journalist’s ears) and who gave me a great haircut. Then I called one afternoon to schedule an appointment, and the salon told me she’d moved out of the area for a new job. I felt betrayed, rejected. Down right dumped.
But what happens when the tables are turned and you’re the one wanting to leave? Maybe your shabby haircut and split ends are making you want to split up with your hairdresser. You feel like she’s a friend and that telling her adios would bring mucho emotional stress. How did you — or would you — handle breaking up with your stylist?
Posted by Lori