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Since this is more my website than a regular blog, I didn't figure I'd be putting guest blogs up, however, this lady, whom I can call a friend, had her own challenge that she completed.
Without further ado, Sarah Felton (@Syrupie). I was messing about on Facebook a couple of months ago, and as it has bothered me for a long time that women can’t go to a barbershop, when I saw an opportunity to have a bit of banter with a barbershop in Leeds. I did just that. I asked this barber (I don’t want to identify him) if he would cut my hair and the reply was - “I’m sure one of the barbers might give you a trim if you were to pop in.” Pop in I did! I had a coffee or two in the cafe bar and we chatted hair. I learned the difference between women's hair and men’s hair. Not the minutiae, but just that it’s different training for men and women because generally speaking women don’t want to have a short back ‘n’ sides! A ladies cut is usually softer. A date was set for my transformation. I returned for my appointment and was treated like royalty really! I caused quite a stir but only really because the *awesome™ chap cutting my hair was technically retired and I was bringing him out of retirement - much excitement among the staff. Chair and scissors located and I sat down. I’d let the barber ‘do what he wanted’ which I think is possibly more common in a barbershop than a hairdressers. There was a brief which I will share with you here: - A haircut I can style with one hand. Pinterest was our friend here. The hair wash was nice although, I think my *awesome™ chap might not have touched a backwash for quite a while - I wasn’t awfully comfortable but I’ll let him off!! Nice wash and condition and then a quick change of design and I’m back in the chair… Now I’m getting a tad nervous but it’s 25% nerves and 75% excitement. The experience is a bit blurry - I don’t remember if my Mr *awesome™ had started cutting yet or not but he asks if I want a beer - no hesitation from me. ‘My’ guy disappears and returns with a bottle of beer for me and something in a can for him (also possibly beer) I was in the gang now - or that’s what it felt like. My mystery barber kept taking a break by the window. Yay! I could sip my beer without getting hair in it. I was chewing his ear off (that’s talking a lot) which may have made it tricky to concentrate which he needed to do because he’d not really cut in a while. It was really relaxed and there was a fair bit of banter. My *awesome™ chap did a cracking job. I’m very grateful because I’ve achieved my mission which was to get my hair cut in a barbers and if at all possible change the world one cut at a time. * Awesome - DISCLAIMER I clearly do not own the word ‘awesome’ but it’s mine so I’ve made it my trademark or buzzword. If any legal bods fancy an argument could they please wait until approximately 2080!!!!
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