It's hard to think of a good/bad salon story when it comes to me but a good story is when ever i feel like my hair doesn't feel like me especially the colour of it because i hate my natural hair colour haha i buy myself a hair dye kit that i like to dye it and then after i do it, it makes me feel so confident in myself because i like the way it looks.
It’s hard to choose my favourite salon story lots of disasters, of my own making, have been fixed by patient and skilled professionals. Wonderful hairdressers who have come in and opened their salons early to fit me and my busy schedule in. The fabulous female stylist and salon owner who home delivered product in a travel size hours before I headed to the airport the list goes on. A good relationship with a good hairdresser is an important element of anyone’s life.
I have a very determined cowlick right on the front of my hairline. My hair has always parted at that spot, in fact one half of my forehead has freckles, the other hasn’t (it’s always been hidden behind that hair!)
Anyway, I wanted a full, glorious fringe for my wedding day, just like they have in magazines. Straight across, no weird parting above my right eyebrow thank you very much. So on the big day, my hairdresser put a big roller under that part of my fringe and sprayed it with hairspray like it was a dinner plate sized Huntsman 🕷️
We let it dry (when I could draw breath again) while she fluffed around making the back of my hair look gorgeous.
Then she very carefully undid the thirty three clips holding the roller, gently eased the roller out of my hair and BOING!! Quicker than a toaster spitting out your English muffins, my hair was back in its stupid parting, all crusty with hair spray which took a week to wash out.
I got the phone call in between dropping my son off to hockey and picking up my daughter from Brownies! It was my hairdresser from our small town salon! “Hey, how are ya?” I said a bit surprised to hear from her at what was really dinner time. “I’m desperate,” she said in a breathy anxious sort of tone, “my show is on tonight and one of the hair models has just pulled out! Can you fill in? It’ll be a short cut with colour!”
I thought, well, my Mum will love that. She was a huge advocate of non fussy hair styles and whenever she looked at my hair lately, in its curly unkept style, she’d say, “Oh, Jenny! Get your hair cut!” We were going to Sydney together, travelling from our town to Perth, then over East, to see the Phantom of the Opera in a few days time. I thought what an opportune time to get my hair done! I certainly hadn’t time with all the running around for the kids that I had to do. “That sounds like a lot of fun, send me the deets and I’ll be there; kids can stay home and do their homework with their father!” I told my friend after a split second thought.
My creative hairdresser friend knew I loved to change hairstyles and I loved her work. I was into whatever it took to take the mundane out of my life. I would go red, or blonde, short, long, whatever. I certainly needed something at that moment, my hair really was a mess!
I got to the Wintersun Hotel where my friend had everything set up for her show. The hair models were asked to sit on the salon chairs and wait. No worries, I thought, it was good to have some “me time”. And they gave me champers while I waited. Bonus!
At 9pm I was up. An apprentice was working on my hair. I didn’t have a mirror, but I trusted my hairdresser friend to make sure she did something I liked. The title for my segment was simply, ‘short and coloured’. Easy.
The apprentice got cracking and I watched the crowd as she did my hair. The crowd loved what she was doing. The host came out and when it came to my turn to do a twirl on the swivel salon chair with my new style the crowd, many of whom I knew because it was a small town, clapped, whistled and cheered loudly.
When I got offstage and had a chance to look at my hair in the mirrors I saw what she did! She had shaved my head, and bleached what was left of my hair, white! She left a small rats tail at the back. I actually loved it! The kids loved it. Husband was skeptical. My Mum freaked. She made me buy a hat at the airport before we boarded the flight to Sydney!!
The whole time we were travelling on the plane and at the theatre she told me to wear a hat, not a scarf, oh no, it had to be a hat, because she thought I looked “like a cancer patient”! Not that there is anything wrong with that she said! “But oh! Oh! Jenny!” was all she could say when she looked at me!
We spent a lot of time looking and buying hats on that mother-daughter trip I tell you! It also initiated my love for wildly colourful, felt and woollen hats - and having really, really short hair! Felt amazing!! I still don’t know which she preferred - my shaved head or my zany hats!!!
Here's my salon story entry (and feel free to share!)
When my siblings and I were still quite small, my nan (Dad's mum) met my mum at the hairdresser's and took the three of us for a walk so that Mum could have her hair cut in peace. Up until this point, my mum had always worn her hair long, usually in a ponytail, but upon arriving back at the salon, I spotted a woman with short hair sitting in the chair where she'd been sitting. She'd cut her hair into a bob! I was so upset and began wailing "What have you done to my mum!" at the hairdresser, who was very bemused by this outburst. She swept up some of the hair clippings into an envelope to let me take them home. The funny thing is, now my mum has worn her hair in a bob for most of my life and it really suits her. I guess I understand why she needed us not to be there while she had it cut though!
I read Tirra Lirra by the River at uni but can't remember it at all! lol
It’s an odd, somewhat brutal little book.
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It's hard to think of a good/bad salon story when it comes to me but a good story is when ever i feel like my hair doesn't feel like me especially the colour of it because i hate my natural hair colour haha i buy myself a hair dye kit that i like to dye it and then after i do it, it makes me feel so confident in myself because i like the way it looks.
It’s hard to choose my favourite salon story lots of disasters, of my own making, have been fixed by patient and skilled professionals. Wonderful hairdressers who have come in and opened their salons early to fit me and my busy schedule in. The fabulous female stylist and salon owner who home delivered product in a travel size hours before I headed to the airport the list goes on. A good relationship with a good hairdresser is an important element of anyone’s life.
Feel free to share my ‘bad salon’ story 🙃
I have a very determined cowlick right on the front of my hairline. My hair has always parted at that spot, in fact one half of my forehead has freckles, the other hasn’t (it’s always been hidden behind that hair!)
Anyway, I wanted a full, glorious fringe for my wedding day, just like they have in magazines. Straight across, no weird parting above my right eyebrow thank you very much. So on the big day, my hairdresser put a big roller under that part of my fringe and sprayed it with hairspray like it was a dinner plate sized Huntsman 🕷️
We let it dry (when I could draw breath again) while she fluffed around making the back of my hair look gorgeous.
Then she very carefully undid the thirty three clips holding the roller, gently eased the roller out of my hair and BOING!! Quicker than a toaster spitting out your English muffins, my hair was back in its stupid parting, all crusty with hair spray which took a week to wash out.
Never bothered to try that again!
My Hair Salon Story
I got the phone call in between dropping my son off to hockey and picking up my daughter from Brownies! It was my hairdresser from our small town salon! “Hey, how are ya?” I said a bit surprised to hear from her at what was really dinner time. “I’m desperate,” she said in a breathy anxious sort of tone, “my show is on tonight and one of the hair models has just pulled out! Can you fill in? It’ll be a short cut with colour!”
I thought, well, my Mum will love that. She was a huge advocate of non fussy hair styles and whenever she looked at my hair lately, in its curly unkept style, she’d say, “Oh, Jenny! Get your hair cut!” We were going to Sydney together, travelling from our town to Perth, then over East, to see the Phantom of the Opera in a few days time. I thought what an opportune time to get my hair done! I certainly hadn’t time with all the running around for the kids that I had to do. “That sounds like a lot of fun, send me the deets and I’ll be there; kids can stay home and do their homework with their father!” I told my friend after a split second thought.
My creative hairdresser friend knew I loved to change hairstyles and I loved her work. I was into whatever it took to take the mundane out of my life. I would go red, or blonde, short, long, whatever. I certainly needed something at that moment, my hair really was a mess!
I got to the Wintersun Hotel where my friend had everything set up for her show. The hair models were asked to sit on the salon chairs and wait. No worries, I thought, it was good to have some “me time”. And they gave me champers while I waited. Bonus!
At 9pm I was up. An apprentice was working on my hair. I didn’t have a mirror, but I trusted my hairdresser friend to make sure she did something I liked. The title for my segment was simply, ‘short and coloured’. Easy.
The apprentice got cracking and I watched the crowd as she did my hair. The crowd loved what she was doing. The host came out and when it came to my turn to do a twirl on the swivel salon chair with my new style the crowd, many of whom I knew because it was a small town, clapped, whistled and cheered loudly.
When I got offstage and had a chance to look at my hair in the mirrors I saw what she did! She had shaved my head, and bleached what was left of my hair, white! She left a small rats tail at the back. I actually loved it! The kids loved it. Husband was skeptical. My Mum freaked. She made me buy a hat at the airport before we boarded the flight to Sydney!!
The whole time we were travelling on the plane and at the theatre she told me to wear a hat, not a scarf, oh no, it had to be a hat, because she thought I looked “like a cancer patient”! Not that there is anything wrong with that she said! “But oh! Oh! Jenny!” was all she could say when she looked at me!
We spent a lot of time looking and buying hats on that mother-daughter trip I tell you! It also initiated my love for wildly colourful, felt and woollen hats - and having really, really short hair! Felt amazing!! I still don’t know which she preferred - my shaved head or my zany hats!!!
Yep! Re: #3. You can share it - pretty long though! Xx
Here's my salon story entry (and feel free to share!)
When my siblings and I were still quite small, my nan (Dad's mum) met my mum at the hairdresser's and took the three of us for a walk so that Mum could have her hair cut in peace. Up until this point, my mum had always worn her hair long, usually in a ponytail, but upon arriving back at the salon, I spotted a woman with short hair sitting in the chair where she'd been sitting. She'd cut her hair into a bob! I was so upset and began wailing "What have you done to my mum!" at the hairdresser, who was very bemused by this outburst. She swept up some of the hair clippings into an envelope to let me take them home. The funny thing is, now my mum has worn her hair in a bob for most of my life and it really suits her. I guess I understand why she needed us not to be there while she had it cut though!