#179 - Don't Like Mirrors

New Hair Color
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​Yesterday, I got a new color. I'm jolted every time I walk by the mirror.  I thought my days of cringing over my image were over. 

But I can give it a few days and make changes if I want. 
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My Barber!
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I learned a year ago, that the best way to face your hair woes (or lack of hair woes) is to go see your barber!

So today, the day after getting my new hair color, I went to see A.D.!

Richmond Barber Shop
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​I didn't actually go to his barber shop to get my hair done, today. It was just a good time to visit A.D. who made my head smooth and shiny with his straight edge razor, a year ago. ​

I have fond memories of sitting in A.D.'s barber chair last year. 
Here is the post from
October 2016:
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http://www.thebethlists.com/not-so-happy-list/102-dont-like-prickly-hair

​My Call
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​I called the shop at 8:30 this morning and A.D. answered. After I fumbled a moment with my reason for calling, his voice boomed out. "Beth! How are you! We've been wondering how you were doing!"

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I was giddy to hear his enthusiasm. He said the picture I'd sent him a year ago, was sitting right there near him. I told him I wanted to come show him my hair and he said he'd be waiting.

​Noon

​I took Don with me to meet A.D. during the lunch hour. I was eager for Don to meet this wonderful fellow, who refused to let me pay for my luxurious, head pampering last year. When we walked into the shop, A.D. happily greeted with a big hug.

I was sorry we missed the customer who had just left. A.D. told us he'd been cutting his hair since 1960. I asked A.D. to pose with me, when Don grabbed the camera. Then A.D. reached in a drawer and handed Don a disposable camera. Don snapped another.

Sitting a Spell
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​A.D. invited us to have a seat in one of the chairs along the wall. He laughed with Don, recalling how still I sat in his barber chair, last year. "That's because you had a razor on my head!" I reminded him.

A.D. told me that he'd been visiting with his friend, Silven when he got my call a few hours earlier. "Silven wanted me to tell you hi!" A.D. added. His buddy comes daily and he was there a year ago, graciously using my camera to document. 

Hanging Out in the Shop
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​There were no customers so Don and I got to look at old photos and ask lots of questions.  A.D. filled us in, on some of the history of the shop that opened in 1949... after operating in a nearby building since the 1800's.

He laughed about the stories that had been shared, not just from the barber chairs, but the seats along the wall. Men and boys of all ages...ranchers and a few notable Texans... but no women asking for hair cuts or head shaves, besides me.

Remembering Last Year
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​A.D. kept going back to last year. He admitted he had been so surprised when I called to inquire about having my head shaved. He told his wife that day, that he was tempted to call the local paper, since they appreciate a good story.  I grinned at that thought. "Oh you should have!"

Next thing I knew, A.D. was on the phone talking to someone with the Richmond paper. "Yes, she's in my shop right now." I laughed with Don, because I'd already told Don that the shop made me feel like I was in Andy Griffith's Mayberry. The fact that A.D. picked up the phone and dialed the newspaper without looking up the number, made me feel like we'd stepped back in time.

Monday

So on Monday, I'll be back at the shop, meeting with A.D. and someone from the local paper. 

I have no idea what will happen with this, but I'm just excited to have another reason to stop by and chat with A.D.

And who knows.  If I'm still jolted with my dark hair by then, I can have him just shave it off!
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