Women and their hair. No small matter. When our hair looks good much is right with the world. The trick is finding the hairstylist who makes it happen. I have been thinking about the man who does indeed make it happen. A man who deserves a word of appreciation. Another kind of love letter...
When I first moved to DC in the mid '80's I heard about him making magic in his upscale salon in Georgetown. So what if I was out of my league? I walked in anyway. Vanity propelled me forward.
My long hair was blown dry straight as a stick. He could make my hair smooth, straight and shiny in the middle of August in DC. I was hooked. It became a ritual that went on for years.
Robert did my hair the day of a big date with my husband to be. He worked his hair magic the day I got married. Long and straight and just the way I wanted it.
When I became pregnant my vanity was no different. But I was way too nauseated to sit for an hour while my long locks were straightened within an inch of their life. "How about just letting it go natural?" he suggested.
I walked out with neck length hair that waved and curled and didn't need a blow dryer. Armed with a tube of mousse and a whole new look to go with my expanding waistline. I kept this look until after my baby was born. When I started to look like someone's mom I knew it was time to see Robert.
Back I went to sleek and straight. Until one day I walked in and said, "Let's cut it short." I should mention that Robert operates without unnecessary emotion. He is not one of those stylists who gossips, fawns over you or wants to talk you into something new. He is quiet, steady, and dependable. If you say "short", he gets to work. No drama.
I walked out that day feeling naked without my hair. Yet strangely sassy. Powerful. And maybe French. I felt stylish. Robert had worked his quiet magic on me again.
Robert has been the man I have depended on for over 20 years. I still walk into his salon in Georgetown and know I'm out of my league. But he knows how to make me look good. He's seen me through all the important milestones in my life, changing my hair to match each one.
Last week I was in there for my regular color and cut. I told him I was thinking of growing my hair long again. He said, "Why would you do that? You look so young with it short."
Ah, Robert. I'll never leave you.