Hairdressers… past and present
I have the most patient hairdresser on the face of the earth.. no really, what a saint! To say I have unruly hair would be a major understatement. I have the most troublesome hair a person can ask for, its thick (we are talking two sets of hair on my head), its wavy (and not the pretty beach variety), its frizzy (god help me and humidity) and after having children it seems it is always growing baby hairs.
Being a Leo means the decisions I make regarding my mane are just as important as the clothes I wear (what can I say, its in our sign!). My best friend has been a great hairdresser for many years and I was the perfect guinea pig for her in the early days… A fringe? No problems, grab a pair of paper scissors and I will do it right now. A colour? Sure, what about jet black with fuschia highlights? Don’t want to be brunette anymore? I can fix that, what about blonde with bleached white foils (most of which I encouraged her to do). It wasn’t all bad though, I did score some major head massages which were heaven and of course by the time she was finished her apprenticeship she was amazing. But after those “experimental” days and after being my hairdresser for a few years she nicely told me that high blood pressure went hand in hand with my colour and cut appointments, so I thought it would be better to find a new hairdresser rather than a new best friend (which would most definitely have been the case if I kept asking her to do my hair) and so I went in search of a new hairdresser.
My mother has beautiful hair and has been visiting the same salon for 30 years so it seemed like a great time to follow in her footsteps, that is when I found Grace….. Lovely, patient, informative Grace – not that my best friend wasn’t all of these things also, but you can only push a friendship so far. I drive Grace mad with my demands “I don’t want yellow, I don’t want orange, its too gold, its not gold enough, I want it more warm, less warm, its too light, its too dark”….. all the while lovely Grace is as patient and accommodating as any one person could be…and I have to say I love the colour of my hair. People compliment me on my blow waves, on my colour, on the condition of my hair and I have to credit Grace for all of it.
To both past and present hairdressers, Carlie and Grace; I am sorry, for I have terrorised you both and Grace I still do but thank you for putting up with me and for nailing it every time.. Grace, if you are reading this here is some inspiration for my next visit and to all my loyal readers may you find some inspiration in these pictures as well…