SALON CONFIDENTIAL: To Bleed or Not to Bleed?

Posted: May 4, 2014 in Uncategorized


Today’s story is about the tools of the trade and the wrath that they can create. One tool in particular is the scissor…sometimes called the shear. When I first began in the business all of the scissors came from Germany and cost anywhere from $60 to $150 a pair. As time passed and I became more established, it was considered prestigious to carry the finest shears which were made in Japan and ranged anywhere from $300-$1000 a pair. My first warning should have been the bandaid included in the package of my first purchase of these prestigious scissors.

Victim No. 1:
Imagine the cutest, sweetest, most innocent little girl, not more than 7 years old sitting in my chair. I had already cut and styled her mothers hair, who has been a long time client. Entrusting her daughter to my care, she had taken a seat in the waiting area. To say it kindly, my “chair-side” manner has never been wonderful with children, so cutting this little girls hair was not the highlight of my day. After consulting with Mom and daughter, I was going to create the “Dorothy Hamill”, which was the iconic gold medal figure skater on the US Olympic Team. Her hairstyle had created a RAGE of short Bobs across America, famously known as the WEDGE.
Preparing the little girl for her salon experience, here is what I meant to say..
“Please be very still because these scissors are very sharp and I don’t want to cut you accidentally.”
Here is what actually came out of my mouth instead…
If you move, I’ll cut you.”
Seeing the fear on her face, I was assured, SHE WAS NOT GOING TO MOVE!

For this particular hairstyle, the guideline has to be cut across the neck. I laid the hair down and proceeded to cut free handed to create a guideline. Did I mention this this was the first time I was using my new Japanese scissors? Cleaner than any plastic surgeon could slice, I cut a hole in this angelic little girls neck. The blood began to flow and, still as she could be, her eyes looked up at me and told a story better than Disney could say “Bambie’s mother died”. I think I crapped my pants..what do I do now??? I completely freaked and began to stuff pieces of her cut hair into the hole to stop the bleeding. Medical school was definitely not in my future. I kept holding pressure on the hole that I had cut, hoping to stop the bleeding and praying that her mother would not find out what I had done.

Thankfully, the bleeding stopped and I completed the haircut. I am sure that this little girl, who is now an adult, has never forgot the experience she had with my Japanese scissors and probably never told her mom what happened out of fear that she had moved. I don’t know who was more traumatized, her or me, because till this day I won’t cut children’s hair.

The old saying in this industry goes..”A great hairdresser can cut hair with a piece of glass!”. Throw the EGO out , your not bigger than your shears, and a haircut won’t make you a great figure skater!


  1. Art says:

    Good stuff.. that haircut made us lots of bucks back in the day!!

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