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Saturday, 8 June 2019

Hairdressers...

I have known!  The memory came about by a comment from Frances about hairdressers visiting the house.  This was a different set-up, I visited her house.  She was a social worker and a part time hairdresser.  Her home reflected her off the wall taste.  In those days I used to have highlights to hide the grey... if only?  She worked her magic so much so I stepped out with hair looking a more natural colour than my long lost colourful tresses.  The wonder of those visits is still with me: my eyes feasted on the treasures, newly acquired since my last visit.  The place was stuffed full of her artwork, pottery and so much, much more.  The wall colours were constantly changing. The garden a riot of overblown flowers, the paths knee deep with their exuberant spread.  Your nose assailed with perfume, your ears deafened by the buzz of contented bees.  That was in the summer.  In the winter a different story: take it from me it wasn’t a whole load of fun to kneel on bare boards over a bath and have your hair washed in the perishing cold.  Turban wrapped in a damp threadbare towel you trogged down the rickerty-rackerty stairs. In the house she always wore a hat, and boy could she talk.  There was always some tale of the latest boyfriend and how he had taken her to the cleaners, in fact come to think of it, the cleaners would have had a field day in there.  As I pressed the huge amount of money she required into her hand, I staggered out with my head ringing.  I have always hoped one day to find a hairdresser for me to tell my problems to!  To this day I never have, is it my fault I idly wonder?




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  1. I too have difficulty with hairdressers. I'm not sure if its me or them though. I've never found one to 'confide' in as others seem to do. We had one lady who came to the house but she charged the earth and I realised I would be cheaper going to a salon as she used my hot water, my shampoo and my electricity to dry my hair, I felt that justified a cheaper than a salon price! Eventually I felt she just wasnt good enough for me to keep being 'loyal'. Then I had one who went off on maternity leave and the salon told me they couldn't give me an alternative hairdresser as that would be disloyal to the hairdresser!! Clearly they thought my hair could wait for a few months till she returned - I never went back. At the moment my struggle is that I now for the first time in my life have short hair. When my hair was long I could get away with not going for ages and just trimmed my fringe myself, but now it needs cut every 6 weeks. My friends son in law now cuts it in his salon for me but he's away on the other side of the city and its a pain in the neck to get parked nearby however for now it will do. Oh how I'd love to find someone friendly nearby who does exactly what I'm imagining and understands what it is I'm trying to achieve here even if I don't! Good luck, I hope you're more successful than I've been so far. x

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    1. Wouldn’t it be easier for you to hop on a bus... ‘because he’s worth it!’ Sounds like a gem!

      LX

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    2. Unfortunately it would require several buses and much as I love my bus pass, I don't love it that much!! I'll put up with hunting for parking until I get a recommendation for someone nearer or until he agrees to cut my hair when he's visiting my friend (that isn't going to happen but I can dream!) x

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  2. For years my sister went to her girlfriend's house to get her hair cut. I always thought it so "unprofessional"! On the other hand, her cut was well done. That lasted until "highlights" were in vogue, and the girlfriend convinced my sister to have highlights in her long, brown hair. She became a blond with brown highlights.

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    1. I remember thinking at nineteen a few highlights in the front of my hair would be a good idea. Trouble was from the front I looked as grey as I do now, from the back no change! I ought to say now I am quite happy being grey.

      LX

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