steel magnolias
When I came home from school, my mother and grandmother both agreed that I needed to tidy up my look with a much needed haircut. So I consented and my mother scheduled an appointment.
I took off work and then met my mother to get our haircuts.
We unassumingly drove to the address and pulled into what looked like an average, everyday house. After taking our seats in the quaint at-home beauty shop, we soon realized it was nothing but average. I felt as though I had stepped out of my world and into the movie "Steel Magnolias"
I will describe now for you, dear readers, the picturesque scene with which I had arrived upon stepping into this beauty parlor. The bell dinged as we walked through the door where we immediately were instructed to take our seats on a comfy couch adjacent to a wall decorated with Christmas cards. You could tell that this was home to many people. Upon looking around the room, I discovered a few characters that had undeniably been loyal costumers since the start of the beauty shop.
First was an older woman in to get her hair styled. The woman cutting her hair used the curler to make her grey hair resemble something kin to a fro, regardless, she was a happy customer. I think the woman could have styled her hair anyway she wanted because she was far too busy enjoying a conversation with the couple nearby. Now this couple was quite the sight. They were absolutely adorable, an exemplary couple for all. You could tell that they'd been married for quite some time, and that they had done their fair share of living. The husband sat patiently as his wife got her hair cut and styled, and made conversation with anyone that would listen. He spoke fondly about the good ole days and told stories about when him and his bride were wed at the Cathedral in New Orleans. He then proceeded to tell his audience about how he was sent off to war right after they were married, among other heroic stories of his life. There was something genuine and undeniable about this man. He sure wouldn't have been in that beauty shop if he hadn't loved his wife the way he did. I hope to marry a man like that someday that will make the beauty shop a social outing when we are old and grey. He seemed to enjoy himself more than any other person in there. His wife equally enjoyed herself, and her new hair-do, which was probably the same one she got 20 years ago at the same place.
Finally it was my turn to get my haircut. First the lady washed it and then the woman proceeded to cut my hair. She made casual conversation, and my mother sat silently, continuing to observe the show that I had just left the audience of.
I could see my mother being thoroughly entertained by this scene as if she were watching a movie. She kept watching this adorable couple.The couple had come with their 20-something year old granddaughter as well, making this beauty shop a family affair. I could imagine them taking their own children there, so this must have been nothing out of the ordinary. The husband jokingly poked fun at his granddaughter for her past driving tickets and bragged that he hadn't received one in at least 30 years. The granddaughter joked back and proved the jovial state of these people.
The two women cutting hair also epitomized classic southern, working woman. The mother and daughter team were cordial and inviting, and easily made conversation with all of their customers. They were pros at cutting hair, making personal connections with just about anyone, and being that listening ear to all that needed it. I could tell that people came here for more than just a haircut.
My mother got her hair cut and then it was time for us to leave this ideal little place where time seemed to stand still. We both got a stylish new hair cut, got to hear all the latest town gossip, got to hear the stories of these everyday people, and plus my mother learned some new tips about doing her hair all for only $20 a piece.
I'd say that's a pretty good deal.
I will describe now for you, dear readers, the picturesque scene with which I had arrived upon stepping into this beauty parlor. The bell dinged as we walked through the door where we immediately were instructed to take our seats on a comfy couch adjacent to a wall decorated with Christmas cards. You could tell that this was home to many people. Upon looking around the room, I discovered a few characters that had undeniably been loyal costumers since the start of the beauty shop.
First was an older woman in to get her hair styled. The woman cutting her hair used the curler to make her grey hair resemble something kin to a fro, regardless, she was a happy customer. I think the woman could have styled her hair anyway she wanted because she was far too busy enjoying a conversation with the couple nearby. Now this couple was quite the sight. They were absolutely adorable, an exemplary couple for all. You could tell that they'd been married for quite some time, and that they had done their fair share of living. The husband sat patiently as his wife got her hair cut and styled, and made conversation with anyone that would listen. He spoke fondly about the good ole days and told stories about when him and his bride were wed at the Cathedral in New Orleans. He then proceeded to tell his audience about how he was sent off to war right after they were married, among other heroic stories of his life. There was something genuine and undeniable about this man. He sure wouldn't have been in that beauty shop if he hadn't loved his wife the way he did. I hope to marry a man like that someday that will make the beauty shop a social outing when we are old and grey. He seemed to enjoy himself more than any other person in there. His wife equally enjoyed herself, and her new hair-do, which was probably the same one she got 20 years ago at the same place.
Finally it was my turn to get my haircut. First the lady washed it and then the woman proceeded to cut my hair. She made casual conversation, and my mother sat silently, continuing to observe the show that I had just left the audience of.
I could see my mother being thoroughly entertained by this scene as if she were watching a movie. She kept watching this adorable couple.The couple had come with their 20-something year old granddaughter as well, making this beauty shop a family affair. I could imagine them taking their own children there, so this must have been nothing out of the ordinary. The husband jokingly poked fun at his granddaughter for her past driving tickets and bragged that he hadn't received one in at least 30 years. The granddaughter joked back and proved the jovial state of these people.
The two women cutting hair also epitomized classic southern, working woman. The mother and daughter team were cordial and inviting, and easily made conversation with all of their customers. They were pros at cutting hair, making personal connections with just about anyone, and being that listening ear to all that needed it. I could tell that people came here for more than just a haircut.
My mother got her hair cut and then it was time for us to leave this ideal little place where time seemed to stand still. We both got a stylish new hair cut, got to hear all the latest town gossip, got to hear the stories of these everyday people, and plus my mother learned some new tips about doing her hair all for only $20 a piece.
I'd say that's a pretty good deal.
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