A few summers ago, while enjoying a vacation in New Jersey, I discovered to my horror that my youngest child had a lice infestation. This wasn’t our first encounter with lice, and I had taken a rather nonchalant approach to combing him out. I neglected to tie my own long hair back and panicked when I later found a bug crawling on my scalp. In a moment of desperation, I asked my eldest son if he would shave my long hair off. He had just completed the task for his brother in the garage while I was busy stripping beds and vacuuming. He hesitated but agreed if that’s what I truly wanted. Relaying my lice saga to my friend, Lisa from California, she was horrified by my idea and promptly found a nitpicker who came to my house that very night. No more lice, and thankfully, no shaved head.
Fast forward two years later, I found myself admiring my hair stylist Mia’s striking blue and black undercut hairstyle. The look exuded a cool, edgy vibe, free of messy side hair that stubbornly resisted curling. I began to contemplate the idea of shaving my own hair to simplify styling. However, it felt like a drastic move—after all, I’m no longer in my twenties! After months of contemplating this change, I finally took the plunge. The sensation of clippers buzzing over the sides of my head was exhilarating. The cut was liberating! I even toyed with the idea of going for a complete shave, starting fresh and embracing my gray, maybe even bleaching it blonde. My mind was abuzz with possibilities, and I hadn’t even delved into graphics yet!
Venturing into the unknown often opens up new avenues, and I started asking around about getting designs shaved into my undercut. A floral pattern? My business logo? The options seemed limitless. Mia suggested I find a barbershop with a “Z” in its name, like Fades and Blades, typically located in rough neighborhoods. That advice momentarily dampened my enthusiasm. However, during a summer trip, I stumbled upon a shop called “Sharp Edge.” No “Z,” but the windows boasted claims of expert fades and graphics. I went home and made a call. “Do you cut women’s hair?” I asked.
“No,” came the response.
“I have an undercut and want graphics.”
“Okay. Come in.”
I enlisted my friend Tara for moral support. The moment we entered, the shop was thick with the haze of cigar smoke and filled with a lively group of young men.
“Wow, you can smoke in here?” I exclaimed, surprised.
“Eye roll. There’s a cigar shop next door,” one of them replied.
I was assigned to a barber named Marco, who began shaving the sides of my head.
“Do you know what you want?” he asked.
“Nope. Feel free to experiment,” I replied. Was I out of my mind? He stared at my newly shaved sides, seeking inspiration, and then got to work. I had never seen someone wield clippers with such artistry. When he finished, he pulled out a straight razor, and my heart raced.
“Ever cut someone?” I asked, half-joking.
“Not anymore,” he assured me.
While he sculpted my hair, the barbers around us bantered about an upcoming bachelor party, discussing plans to avoid the bride’s wrath. The owner of the shop chimed in, “Do you think women talk about us this way?” If only they knew! It felt refreshing to be in a space where creativity and camaraderie thrived, a stark contrast to the quieter atmosphere of my usual salon. Must have been all that testosterone!
Marco was as skilled with the razor as he was with the clippers, intricately carving my design. Once he finished, he dusted my scalp with talc—another experience I had always wanted to try.
“So, do you like it?” he asked, looking at me.
“It’s fabulous!” I exclaimed.
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In summary, my adventure into a barbershop filled with young men and cigar smoke led me to a thrilling transformation that was far more than just a haircut; it was a liberating experience that expanded my horizons.