Since moving to Edinburgh I've been trying different barbers for a good haircut. And today I found it.
A wee Italian barbers run by two men who live together. Brothers, maybe.
I went in slightly apologetically and asked if I could have a flat top. Yes, and was immediately tucked into a huge comfy leather seat. I explained my hesitancy: not all barbers welcome female clients. "Well, it's not a common hairstyle for a woman, but I'm happy to cut your hair. You've got the perfect hair for a flat top"
I explained the lead up to venturing into his shop: two previous cuts from two different establishments which grew out OK, but really weren't what I would strictly call flat tops. My hair grew out evenly, but shaped to my head so that the style was more that of stubble on a tennis ball. Not the effect I want. I want angular. Straight sides.Stylish. "Well, I hope I meet your expectations" he said.
He certainly did. He even shaved the back of my neck with a cut throat razor. The man has style. And a steady hand."Here's my business card in case you want to come back."
I certainly do.
2 comments:
Linda, if only you'd worked at GCC when my Dad had his barbers. Only five minutes walk from college, you could have nipped up during your lunch hour and he'd have given you a cracking haircut...cut throat razor and all!
That's is realy a good haircut,very well done.:)
I do remember how I cut you hair for you,first time...
I,d like to tell you about that one day!
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