During a recent business trip to Chicago, it was apparent that I could no longer stretch my beauty sabbatical. Months of neglect had left me with bleached out, with split ends hanging at the bottom of strawlike tresses - my penance paid for decadent days of summer indulgence. While a hair bun worked as an effective guise for a short term, the truth was becoming increasing transparent as the nest-like amorphous mass grew upon my head. That's when I put my contingency plan in place - to avoid mirrors. That worked, until my reflection in the disdainful eyes of onlookers became impossible to ignore. I could no longer perpetuate my procrastination, a procrastination fueled by fear. Fear of the hair salon: the judgemental eyes, the stuffy attitude, that repentant mirror on the wall, walking into the abyss of an unknown appearance and sacrificing control.
Research helped to placate my anxiety. This Joseph Michael's place is well renowned in the Chicago area. Nonetheless, my heart was pounding and my hands clammy as I sat in the waiting room. Enter Charles. I was immediately caught in a magnetic pull of contagious enthusiusm. A truly auspicious artist, he created a style and colour to accent my skin tone and facial contours. Simply put, my perception of self swung across the pendulum during the 3hrs he dedicated to me. Creative ability aside, what distinguished Charles is his empathy. Intuitively, he seemed to understand my situation. He listens and he honestly cares. To watch him is to see someone truly passionate about his performance. I say thank you, thank you, thank you. Unfortunately, I don't live in the same city, state or country for that matter, but I'll be back. I would be remiss to write a review and fail to mention the other staff of Joseph Michael's. Simply put, they work together as a team. A team bound by both profession and desire, and inspired by the singular goal to celebrate the success of making their client's shine.
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