Hairdressers and hair styles

 I have had many over the years. My favourite was the one who was psychic. You could feel magic in her hands, and she read people. After high school, I cut my hair from waist length to a shoulder bob, then a short haircut, and had perms from 1974 until around 2005, when I found a hairdresser who cut it short. 

When Caitlin got married in 2005, the bridal party went to her salon. The hairdresser curled and puffed up my hair. When we went home, I had to flatten it with my hands. This is what I looked like after that. Can you believe it?! Caitlin's hair was lovely.

When I was teaching, short, and easily styled was the key. 

After 25 years in Ottawa there was a 2006 move to Muskoka. I found a hairdresser driving around Port Carling who shortened it massively, and I came out of there looking so ugly. Or feeling ugly, and lacking any actual hair style. I cried! It was even worse a few years later, once I went gray.

We were eating in a Bracebridge pub, and found a server with an amazing hairstyle. She said she often got compliments on her edgy style. I found that new stylist who was great. She stopped working to have twins as a single parent, and I found someone else in that salon. I didn't have too many disasters there. Until moving to Perth in 2010, I thought I'd be fine.

 I found one hairdresser who simply worked too fast, and didn't blow it dry. From there, I found another woman who opened her own new salon, having left one where she was employed. I liked her. She hired two employees and I was pawned off on one of them. These two employees were suddenly fired. They found a place to rent, and opened up. That didn't work out. I tried yet another Perth salon, until my hair dresser took maternity leave. They paired me up with another woman. That worked reasonably well, until COVID hit. That salon folded. 

I cut my hair 4 or 5 times during COVID. It worked out pretty well, all things considered. 

I'd taken Isabelle and Josephine to a new salon one summer during Gramma Camp. They had had a kid's summer special, and it worked out well. I thought I'd try there. I tried one stylist. I was kept waiting more than 3/4's of an hour, while they fit in a spouse. I was stressed, and had an anxiety attack. I didn't do too well post-COVID. Next came a new stylist, at that salon, but she reduced her worked days, to only a couple days a week, and that didn't work out for me. She was terrific, as she understood my social anxiety. I randomly tried another stylist there, and found a day of the week when she worked alone. It was lovely and peaceful. No one laughing too loud, stopping to discuss something personal, and delaying the next client. 

Then, there were the colour phases! That began in Perth.

I cut my hair again last month. It wasn't too bad. My bangs were driving me nuts. Sadly, my latest hairdresser has had an injury. They phoned, and I rescheduled. Going in, the receptionist had neglected to cancel my appointment. I had to trim it.

I walked out, with a new appointment, with a replacement stylist. This is where I am at. I've a new lipstick from Cheekbones, and it goes well with my red shirt for Christmas.