I first visited Virginie’s salon over 24 years ago and she had a very young asisstant who cut my hair just as I wanted it but followed it up with ‘shall I trim your eybrows and beard?’
Of course not, the eyebrows are my inheritance from my Grandpas and my Dad, definitely on the bushy side and I only cut them myself when they get snagged with my eyelashes. Not only that but I can trim my beard when needed myself thank you.
I visited her every 3 months for about 3 years and, now fed up with all the home trimming I finally decide to give in and announced it on my arrival. The cheers from the assembled cast rang up and own the street.
She then got pregnant (not guilty m’Lud) and took a few months off and I had to put up with a callow youth for one session. Useless, he cut exactly how he wanted it, a failing of male barbers I find. Then a year or 2 passed and she was pregnant again. Fair enough but this time she had a 3 year break, and I had to make do with Virginie herself during this time. Soon, that became permanent and Virginie became almost as skilled as Angelique so I have got used to it over the latter years.
The horror? I phoned last week and an unfamiliar voice took my booking. When I arrived there was a very young woman just finishing off an older mate of mine. She looked about 15 and had certainly not seen 20 yet. ‘Oh is Virginie not here’ I asked, thinking things had tuned for the better (V struggled during and after covid) and she had taken on an apprentice. But no, the answer was simple ‘vendu’.
I thought for a moment, could I trust myself to this junior, but it would be rude to flee so I decided to give her a chance, after all the pain would only last 3 months, plenty of chance to jump ship ( in a village which now only has 1 butcher, 1 baker, 1 bar, not always open, but does have 2 hairdressers). My friend Laurent goes to the other one, I might sound him out.
Half an hour later I was back on the pavement, with a not less than perfect haircut, brow and beard trim and a feeling of dizzying astonishment. How could she possibly have learned her trade so well in such a short time? I might, if word gets around, have to book my next one in 2 months time, there might be a waiting list. Her name is Choe, I have her card with a little stamp on the back which means in 2 year’s time I can have a freebie.