Style and Elegance

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Yegoo Magazine
July 2004
Style & Elegance

by Katie Krueger

One day, the Senegalese heat made me desperate to find ways to cool down. Impulsively, I walked into the nearest Salon de Coiffure and asked for a haircut and shampoo. As I was getting my hair washed, I remembered what Richard, my stylist back home, used to say: “Katie, we’re not just cutting off your hair; we are cutting style and elegance into your hair.”

The Senegalese stylist sat me down in front of the mirror and we went through the familiar dialogue.

“How much do you want cut off?”

“About two inches, I really want it layered…”

“Here?” she asked, tapping with the scissors on the bunch of hair fisted in her grip.

Since she had not combed it out, parted it down the middle or sectioned if off, I was sure this was just our planning session.

“Yes. I like it best when it sort of comes behind…”

CHOMP. I watched stunned as clumps of my hair, ragged-edged and uneven, fell to the floor.

The looks of bewilderment that she threw towards my head made it clear to me that my new coiffeuse had never cut a white woman’s hair before. It was too late to change the situation, so I just sat back and watched in amusement, as each chop seemed to both confuse and fascinate her. When she got to the back of my head, she looked at me through the mirror and her eyes waved the white flag of surrender. I glanced over my head of uneven tufts and patches of hair and decided to cut my losses.

I thanked and paid her and ran to my friend’s house, where we spent the afternoon trying to cut back in the style and elegance that had been swept away at the Salon de Coiffure.

2 thoughts on “Style and Elegance

  1. Brent

    Hey Katie,

    Lovely story, the same happened to me in Nigeria, I’m a guy and as you know a man’s haircut is basically cut off all the hair… so when the guy said welcome back, how was your trip to Spain and would you like me to cut it the same as last time (Ok he is friendly, no I had not been to Spain and I had not been to this guy before) I just yeah and waited to see what happened, it was kind of like a brushcut my Day used to give me to start my summer holidays (when I was about nine years old)…. no worries it grew back 🙂

    Anyway I turn sixty next year and have decided to quit my job and do other stuff, as a Canadian and someone who has worked around the globe (including Senegal) I have always wanted to learn to speak French reasonably well. The Baobab Centre sounds pretty good, I figure it has to be cheaper than going to France and a whole lot more fun. So what do you think? How long should I plan to stay, I was thinking three months?

    Anyway, nice to cross paths in cyberspace, cheers, Brent.

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