This was my first graphic story, completed in a workshop 4 years ago. Fox and Obel might have bit the dust in the years since, but the theme remains timeless!

 

After I moved to the city from the suburbs, I re-sourced my personal services closer to where I lived. However, hair happiness trumped distance and I continued to drive to Hip Salon in Schaumburg to see Jimmy, my stylist of many years. It had been so long since I had gotten a bad haircut, that I was lulled into complacency about the prospect of finding a stylist closer to home.

Replacing Jimmy of HIP Salon

The more I pondered this idea, the more reasonable the possibility seemed.

Replacing Jimmy HIP Salon

Feeling confident with my first recommendation from the girl with the cute hair at Fox and Obel, I started on my journey to replace Jimmy and end the tortuous commutes to the suburbs. When I walked into the salon and met Casmira, I felt an instant connection. She nodded knowingly as I voiced my concerns.

Replacing Jimmuy

“This isn’t going to be so bad,” I thought. “What was I so worried about?”

But as Casmira began to cut, I was filled with a sense of foreboding. Her hand seemed giddy and the snipping took on a life of its own, faster and faster, louder and louder.

Nervously, I looked for reassurance.

Replacing JimmyReplacing Jimmy

Replacing Jimmy Replacing Jimmy                                                                                                                                                     AAACCCCCKKKKKK!

My worst fears had come true! She didn’t get it! Why did I ever think I could replace Jimmy?

Sensing my distress, Casmira attempted to rectify the situation.

Replacing Jimmy

Replacing Jimmy

Salvation was at hand! I gladly forked over the big bucks for the magic wax, ecstatic that the repair had worked. In a saner moment, I may have questioned why I was not only paying for a bad haircut, but the expensive goo to fix it. This wouldn’t have happened on Jimmy’s watch, but for now I was happy.

Replacing Jimmy Replacing Jimmy

Down, but not out, I waited for the sides to grow out and tried again. Tried and tried and tried, as it took 2 years, 6 stylists and a drawer full of styling products to finally end up at Salon Buzz in River North with Duc. Thank you, Duc, and Jimmy… I miss you.

Comments

  1. Lisa says:

    I love your portrayal of the “haircut from hell.” So funny and true to life. We have all been there!

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