This was first posted on wellnesswa.com.au
Footnote: Hopefully Googles bad hair day is over and the formating of this post will be correct now. Apologies to those who have already read this and are receiving it again in the RSS feed.
I’m pregnant!!
Don’t get me wrong we love hearing them from a friend, then it’s all shrieks, hugs and tears.
But there’s one person we simply do not want to hear it from, and I’m pretty sure I can speak for the whole sisterhood here…..your hairdresser.
Years of unflattering cuts, tragic colours, and massively botched home attempts, litter a right of passage to be endured until you find, THE ONE.
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| thanks to qwrrty |
So when your hairdresser enthusiastically declares her impending motherhood, I fully understand that it takes all your strength not to pick up the buzz razor and fasion a reverse Mohawk through the centre of her perfectly sculpted bob.
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| thanks to MNicoleM |
Word of warning….
If you’re a hairdresser about to make a life changing announcement, please, please don’t be offended if your clients don’t share your enthusiasm. It’s just we know our life is about to become ruled by our fickle follicles …again.
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| thanks to simon_redwood |
For a while I thought I’d found the answer in a 40-something stylist however she too disappeared into oblivion. And so I found myself skulking back to a major corporate salon I’d used in the nineties (Maurice Mead in Subiaco).
Perhaps it was a case of absence makes the heart grow fonder, but I was thrilled with the service I received on my return. Not only were the magazines post World War II, I was given a cup of tea and placed in front of a television showing the latest Paris fashions, then given a head massage to die for.
The act of hair washing reached a whole new level when, lying back in the black leather vibrating massage chair, the apprentice worked his magic for a good 15 minutes, all the while checking on my personal level of pressure, bliss.
Numb beyond belief I watched on as my stylist, Ailsa, retrieved my card and identified the colours that had worked best for me in the past, then listened, really listened to what I wanted. Not only that, she checked regularly to make sure I was happy with her progress. Unbelievable!!
As I left the salon relaxed and feeling very special I pondered:
- How on earth could I have cheated on them in the first place?
- While this salon was a lot dearer than my previous stylist, I’d almost pay double just for the head massage, but don’t tell them that.
5 Comments
Ha ha so true! Love the pics. Remind me of my hair some days.
Ta. Thought it wise not to use my own hairstyle photos, may have got the blog closed down
so who is it?
Lots of you have asked who it was, and I know a couple of you are thinking of switching. So it was Maurice Mead in Subiaco. Have fun and enjoy the massage.
Have put the name of the salon in the body of the post now so everyone knows. Thanks for the feedback 🙂