Last week, I got a call from a friend just after lunch. She was coming towards my office for a meeting and had no plans of going all the way back to her office. Even I was relatively free that day so we decided to meet.
Soon after that, another friend of mine called me. She was also in my office for some meeting (and had no plans to go back to work either). So all three of us decided to leave office early.
We were thinking about all the possible things that we could do when one of them came up with this brilliant (?) idea of taking me to a Hair-stylist and get me a new look.
I have a feeling that it was pre-planned. The first friend had been telling me to change my hair style for years now and the second one had been planning to take me to some famous hair stylist as my new year gift since the beginning of the month.
So, when both of them got together, it was mutually (?) decided that we will go to a hair stylist and get me a new look.
Yves Saint Laurent once said, ‘Fashions fade, style is eternal. And style needs your attention and time’. And since I couldn’t have YSL’s attention and time, I came up with a very simple style funda of my own – ‘let the ladies decide’. I have been using this funda for years now and I have seldom gone wrong. If you know the right ladies, let them decide your clothes, accessories – in fact your entire look. I keep experimenting with my looks and my clothes, but only if it has been suggested / approved by some lady I trust (when it comes to fashion).
I can wear a pink shirt and a pink tie, or a white belt with white footwear, or slim ties with broad belts (straight out of the 70’s), color my hair or have a weird hair-style altogether, or wear caps and ear-rings, and many such so-called fashion disasters, and still walk confidently because I know I can carry it off – ladies can never be wrong (but you have to know the right ladies).
So, that faithful day, both the ladies took me to a hair-stylist they knew. They discussed my style with him as if they were discussing the implications of Israeli attacks on Ghaza. And for close to an hour, when the guy was cutting my hair, they both were standing behind me, instructing him continuously (poor man – I’m sure he knows the true meaning of performance anxiety now).
And after an hour, when the ladies nodded their heads in affirmative, the guy finally smiled (man – was he relieved). The ladies looked satisfied and obviously nobody cared for my opinion – though it wasn’t much different from the earlier one, I liked it too.
And almost after a week, I still like my new style (despite few nasty remarks by few of my friends and colleagues – they anyway know that their opinion doesn’t count), because the ladies decided I look better this way – and I trust them, as much as Nicole Kidman or Naomi Campbell trusted YSL.