My hairdresser of 30 years had a stroke last year, and I had to switch to a new stylist. The new one did sort of OK for the past 12 months, but things weren’t really working out for me but I didn’t really know how to tell her what wasn’t working.
When Barbara in Rivertown did her Baboon retrospective a couple of weeks back, there was a photo of me and Husband taken by Steve when we met up for a meal in Oregon. I had just had my hair cut by my old stylist before we set out for the West Coast. I showed my new stylist the photo, and she knew immediately what I wanted. A picture was worth a thousand words. I don’t speak the same language she does, and the photo did the talking. I left her looking like I wanted. It was such a relief.
Who do you find it easy to communicate with? Who is hard for you to communicate with?