Of all of the little pleasures forsaken over the previous 12 months, the obvious could be the haircut. Instantly, it appears, everybody in America has very lengthy hair: males, ladies, pleasantly androgynous kids. The query is whether or not common haircuts will turn into a factor of the previous, like denims and handshakes, or if – post-pandemic and on par with quickly rebounding companies like film theatres – hairdressers expertise a increase.
My cash’s on the latter. Whereas some males can get away with a mop-top look – for just a few months, at the very least – in my friendship circle of ladies, very lengthy hair has turn into equated with cut up ends and a sure witchy impact. I knew one thing needed to change for me once I might not convincingly put on my hair “up”, as a result of there was merely an excessive amount of of it. Washing it grew to become a whole-day affair, one thing to be tackled in bursts between Zoom conferences. Within the winter months, it was like a kitchen-sink sponge: by no means totally dry.
So I lastly made an appointment with one of many many enterprising hairdressers who’ve pivoted to at-home cuts. I puzzled if I might miss the accoutrements of the salon: the slippery black gown, trend magazines from three seasons in the past, a refrain of hairdryers and the query, “So, doing something enjoyable tonight?”
I did miss all of this as hairdresser Vivian and I positioned ourselves on numerous items of garden furnishings within the baking scorching solar. (“If I minimize it exterior, you don’t want to scrub it up,” she had defined.) However there have been different issues in regards to the salon I didn’t miss, just like the bizarre feeling of stretching the again of your neck over porcelain for the wash, the exhausting promote of merchandise on the way in which out and the staggering inefficiency of a day spent sitting nonetheless in a revolving chair.
I had been dreading the dialog. Vivian appeared pretty, nevertheless it had been so lengthy since I had interacted in individual for an prolonged interval with anybody exterior my household. Small discuss doesn’t come simple lately.
At a latest social gathering, the common ice-breaker was “So, how was your pandemic?” The solutions have been heavy: folks had misplaced family, jobs, a way of safety on the planet. However to be compelled to maintain the chatter on a floor degree was really pleasant: to glide over the climate and youngsters and journey plans, and to be touched and cared for whereas doing it.
It was a transportable, weighted blanket, a ballast towards tidal waves of horrible information and February’s freezing rain.
After the haircut, I despatched Vivian her fee on Venmo and went again inside my home to do this factor each girl does after a chop: fuss over the brand new size, change the half, resolve to ask for a fringe subsequent time.
As for what remained exterior, I hope the birds make nests out of it. Their little fluffy infants love the massive tree in our entrance yard. Waddling round, unable to fly, they regarded so helpless that I investigated whether or not I should do something to guard them. The reply, in accordance with the native wildlife authorities, was to do nothing: moms are possible close by. Their message? Depart nature alone.