Lynne had a clue about Student B's progress in her studies when Student B didn't know how to put the towel arond her neck, and then when she washed Lynne's hair by using only a smoothing motion as you might smooth a cowlick. Student B commented that she had been in the program for three months, but Lynne had the distinct feeling that this was her first haircut on a living person. It turns out that the Student B's life's dream was to go to Nashville and cut hair for the country music stars. Apparently this goal was in the distant future, because she sighed and said that she would repeat the 11 month program if she didn't graduate the first time around. For now, she concentrated on Lynne.
Lynne's sinking feeling grew more desperate as time passed. After an hour and 20 minutes, and frequent trips to consult with the haircutting book and the instructor, Student B had only cut the back of her hair, and seemed perplexed about how to do the front. At one point, fully wrapped in her robe, Lynne got up to go feed the parking meter, but another student intercepted and insisted on doing it for her.
Thinking of the list of errands that she had been planning to run, Lynne was silently hoping that the instructor would finish the haircut. At two hours, when most of the other students had left, Lynne insisted that she had to go too.
As demonstrated by the videos running on the huge plasma tv, the salon's style of finishing hair is to make it look like you've been in a hurricane. Lynne got a similar treatment. She demonstrated to me at home later by sweeping the sides of her hair against the grain diagonally from bottom to top, and then the top in multiple paths until it looked truly chaotic. The picture at the top of this page, taken from the Toni and Guy web site, gives you a good example.
Note to our young friends: we love you just the way you are.
Next time, I'll tell about our trip to Vancouver. This picture is of a rose blooming in our side yard.