only me it just seemed like she was forced to get a haircut? She sits there on the chair wrapped in a cape, taken from her control of her hair. The hair stylist collects her hair with a bit of force, yet now the hair stylist can do whatever she wants .. control in her own hands. She turns on the clipper and in a moment her hair will take up places on the hair salon floor. When she hears the clipper's head she smiles a bit, maybe stressfully but when she realizes that now her hair will be thrown on the floor she immediately changes her facial expression She looks at herself in the mirror while the hair stylist shaves her hair ... The hair stylist does it a bit forcefully, she shaves her hair and throws it on the floor ... The client seems to be deep in thought and keeps herself from crying ... Haircut is not A shirt that can be changed if you do not like it, she will have to live with this hairstyle for a long time ... Those minutes the clipper shaves her hair feels like an eter
Lonnie's makeover Before the haircut I will describe the atmosphere in the salon hair. First of all, design a very old hair salon. On the wall in the living room, hair is full of pictures of people who have hairstyled in the hair salon. The pictures are very old and under the picture wall is the waiting area with very old but comfortable chairs Right in front of the waiting area are the hairstyle positions, there are 2 positions, one for the female customers and the other for the men, an old haircut haircut and yuk leather, on the wall of the hairstyle stands are hung with pictures with sentences like: "You do not really know what you need and that's why I'm here To help, "" a smart woman who worries about dealing with a cut more often, "" a brave woman knows that the best massage for her neck and hair is here when the machine works on her hair. "" You're the most radiant when you're organized, so go ahead and bend your head, I'
She was sitting on the chair and he wrapped her body with a cape, now she already knows that her hair is in his hands. He bent her head, combed her hair and gathered some of it with a pin The part that remains scattered will soon make its way to the floor in a hair salon. Her head is bent and the hair stylist takes the clipper to shave her nape. The noise of the clipper is loud and very noisy in her ears, this is the first time she has been pressed. He starts shaving her hair on the back of her neck, and the clipper makes more noise as he cuts her hair. Her hair is thrown on the floor in a hair salon, and she suddenly feels part of it separate from her. She suddenly feels the cold hands of the hair stylist, she feels the bristles left on her nape. It's weird to her, it bothers her, it's a little itchy too, but it's too late to regret it. She would come out of the hair salon knowing that such a beloved part of her was left dropped on the floor in a hair salon. Her hair.
Abrunette with hair past her shoulders walks in, speaks to the front desk, and takes a seat next to me in the designated waiting area. To our right, a row of four chairs occupied by other customers are lined with tables, each of them scattered with scissors, razors, hair dryers and other shiny metal tools of various sizes and shapes. Each chair is being tended to by a woman. When one of the chairs finally opens, the barber calls the brunette next to me over. Once seated and wrapped with a plain black cape, she’s asked what she wants for today. “I want to go short,” she says without skipping a beat, the curl of a confident, excited grin tugging at the corner of her lips. “Real short.” The barber smiles widely, the sign of an immediate understanding sparking between them. After ironing out the details and swiping through a few photos on a smartphone, the scissors come out. I watch as each clump of wispy brown strands drops to the floor at her feet. By the end of the appointme
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