So I am a hairstylist. Hence the name of my blog. I recently stared working in a Suite, which is one of 39 suites in a salon. A suite is a private room we design as our own small salon. Among the suites we have a lot of hairstylists, several massage therapists, skin specialists and one Intimate Body Waxer.
OK so I probably will never use the Intimate Body Waxer, since at my age I am losing more hair than growing any and since Mr. Wonderful's testosterone level has dropped I don't see any need for a design between my legs. Not that he would notice. I come home with flaming red hair and it takes him three weeks to say "Oh, you have red in your hair".
We have five hallways where our suites are located. The intimate body waxer is a hallway away from me. Am I curious?? Well yes. Unfortunately I can't see when anyone comes or goes so I am out of luck at who uses her.
I have wondered how soundproof the walls are because I have to let you know..in case anyone really ever pondered this question, but there is NO WAY IN HELL wax would be used in that area. Shall I repeat that? NO WAY!! Should I ever venture to that hallway and decided that possibly, maybe, perhaps I would ever have that done my screams the first time a strip was removed would pull all other 38 suites out the door wondering who was being sliced up in another room.
We had an open house last week and I met "Kat" the intimate body waxer and saw her suite. It had a thick, furry spread on her table.
I wax eyebrows and all facial components in my suite. I occasionally drip a little wax on things. My wax is about a foot from where it will land on skin. While I am not sure how far her wax should travel to get to the intimate So if you lay on this thick, furry blanket while being intimately waxed, you better be a good aim or your client will have that fur stuck in her ( or his) intimate areas.
Kat is a lovely person and I am very sure she is excellent at what she does.
I am excellent at what I do too. I will stay in my suite one hallway away working on hair, extensions and an occasion eyebrow wax. If I hear an unrecognizable sound or a very loud "OH SHIT" I will know what intimate parts are being ripped off.
Just saying.
Who am I?
I thought this would just be for salon stories, but in truth I am a wife, mother, crafter, sewer, advid book reader, movie goer, I love to bake and cook, I attend church, I work a lot, I have two dogs and a cat and a husband I call Mr. Wonderful. Two sons, two step sons and three grandchildren. I find stories in everything around me. I've been in this world a lot of years
This is my outlet to share whatever I want.. I hope you enjoy.
Please feel free to comment back ( I'll know someone is out there)
Tuesday, April 28, 2015
Saturday, January 24, 2015
Never Too Old To Dream!
Never think you are too old to start a new dream.
I said I would never sell my salon..really thought I would be carried out on a stretcher, but here I am, going to a new place. To top it off I am excited about it!! Yes, excited.
I think of all the "old" people term. Never too old to teach an old dog a new trick. When I am old I shall wear purple ( I'm thinking plum for the walls)
"The excitement of learning separates youth from old age. As long as you're learning you're not old."
I said I would never sell my salon..really thought I would be carried out on a stretcher, but here I am, going to a new place. To top it off I am excited about it!! Yes, excited.
I think of all the "old" people term. Never too old to teach an old dog a new trick. When I am old I shall wear purple ( I'm thinking plum for the walls)
"The excitement of learning separates youth from old age. As long as you're learning you're not old."
That's me. Without a doubt. The last year, besides being filled with another replaced body part, seems to have been a down in the dumps years for me. No feeling of really wanting to do anything, just getting through. Oh, I have loved what I do for a living. Always, Not much enthusiasm though.
Until I made the decision to close my business, sell it, get rid of it, stop being an owner, lose the headache that comes with wondering when the toilet will stop up or the air conditioner go out in 100 degree weather.
I became "joyful" again. Almost a giddy joy. Even more so the fact that I am leasing a suite in a mall of suites. Apparently that is the direction a lot of stylists are heading and by God I want on that wagon
When many women my age in this business are working a couple days a week, doing a few older clients, trying to get cheap booth rent because they can't afford much more, Me???? I am heading into the most expensive rent I have ever paid, in a very upperclass salon with thirty nine suites. Yes, you read that right. THIRTY NINE people will eventually work there.
That's a lot of egos. I don't care. We will all be in our wonderful rooms with our own little salons and our clients and our privacy. I am very stoked about this.
OK, not all stylists have big egos, but one of the reasons I loved my little salon was because I have worked with some divas. It's also fine that the first stylist I was introduced to in the suites told me right off the bat she was a "DIVA". She smiled though and I think she is just a happy bouncy person with loads of confidence and it's just fine. Why?? Because I will be in my own room. Love love love it.
So much more to come!
Sunday, January 4, 2015
No Resolutions!!
Yay!! I'm back. Ok I can get excited. No resolutions, mind you. Just the fact I made it here twice in one week.
Speaking of resolutions. I never make them. I have sworn them off completely.
Why set myself up for disaster? I used to. Of course.
I will lose weight. (Ha!!)
I will exercise. ( Really?)
I will be kinder . ( now that one I do try, but all the time)
Aren't the top two the most popular? January 1st. Eat healthy and lose weight. Oh yea, after a night with my friends who the heck wanted to eat anyways. Now that I have decided the new year will come without my help and my bed looks great at 10 PM, I'm faced with myself. New Years day is usually when I'm clearing out the junk from Christmas. Some makes it to the trash, some to my mouth.
Exercise? Years ago it was cleaning the house after my friends left. It's so nice to wake up to a clean house. I make breakfast for hubby and settle in for a day of watching football, taking down the Christmas decorations and enjoying more of the Christmas junk.
By January 2 I had forgotten my resolutions and when I did remember I had made them, I felt horrible.
So for many years to come I will continue my NO resolutions. I live healthier, happier and am not disappointed in myself.
Speaking of resolutions. I never make them. I have sworn them off completely.
Why set myself up for disaster? I used to. Of course.
I will lose weight. (Ha!!)
I will exercise. ( Really?)
I will be kinder . ( now that one I do try, but all the time)
Aren't the top two the most popular? January 1st. Eat healthy and lose weight. Oh yea, after a night with my friends who the heck wanted to eat anyways. Now that I have decided the new year will come without my help and my bed looks great at 10 PM, I'm faced with myself. New Years day is usually when I'm clearing out the junk from Christmas. Some makes it to the trash, some to my mouth.
Exercise? Years ago it was cleaning the house after my friends left. It's so nice to wake up to a clean house. I make breakfast for hubby and settle in for a day of watching football, taking down the Christmas decorations and enjoying more of the Christmas junk.
By January 2 I had forgotten my resolutions and when I did remember I had made them, I felt horrible.
So for many years to come I will continue my NO resolutions. I live healthier, happier and am not disappointed in myself.
Thursday, January 1, 2015
So as blogs go this is a bust. My brain wraps around things but I never get it written down.
So here I am again.
New Years Day 2015
During the last 30 days of the year my ex-husband, dear friend and father of our two boys suffered a major bleed in his brain and was taken off life support after 13 days. It was a horrible decision for his 18 year old son and 39 year old daughter. Ol Doc Dennis would not have wanted to live the way he was though and so, as sad as it became, it was for the best.
On Christmas Eve a friend from church discovered her 30 year old son dead in his apartment. He had medical issues and they believe it was a mix of medicines gone wrong.
At 1:45 in the morning on December 26th, my cousin, was killed by bullets from a group of youths who had come out of the hotel he was staying at.
Today is a new year. Everyone hopes the next year will be filled with good things, with hope and happiness not realized the year before, to overcome obstacles in front of them, to come away from heartbreak and sadness and have a new outlook.
No. It's still sad.
My son, who last week signed up for the Air National Guard, has to grow up faster than he ever imagined because his dad didn't really teach him how to stand on his own two feet. Yes he is a man going into the guard, but inside he is a frightened young man who has lost his father. His dad and I had been divorced for 10 years. We remained very good friends. We had the nicest divorce compared to horrendous divorces I have seen others go through. I miss him. My now husband, Mr. Wonderful, was beyond understanding though his time in the hospital. Through my tears he knew that Dennis and I were friends and he would leave a hole in my life. Thank God for Mr. Wonderful.
Shawn, my son, will grow into a decent young man, holding onto what he will learn through this. Nothing lasts forever. New years aren't always great. We can get through Christmas with a deep loss. His girlfriend looks good in auburn hair as well as she did in blonde and life will go on.
My friend suffers from the loss of a child. We expect out parents to go before we do. Not our children. Her new year will be difficult as she and her family deal with this loss.
My cousin, who left behind a daughter, son and grandchild, was in the wrong place at the wrong time. When I get angry about guns, this is why. Yes I know guns don't kill, people do. Tell my cousin that. This one makes me angry. Very angry.
For the three people who's lives ended last month, you touched my life in so many different ways. I will miss all of you.
So here I am again.
New Years Day 2015
During the last 30 days of the year my ex-husband, dear friend and father of our two boys suffered a major bleed in his brain and was taken off life support after 13 days. It was a horrible decision for his 18 year old son and 39 year old daughter. Ol Doc Dennis would not have wanted to live the way he was though and so, as sad as it became, it was for the best.
On Christmas Eve a friend from church discovered her 30 year old son dead in his apartment. He had medical issues and they believe it was a mix of medicines gone wrong.
At 1:45 in the morning on December 26th, my cousin, was killed by bullets from a group of youths who had come out of the hotel he was staying at.
Today is a new year. Everyone hopes the next year will be filled with good things, with hope and happiness not realized the year before, to overcome obstacles in front of them, to come away from heartbreak and sadness and have a new outlook.
No. It's still sad.
My son, who last week signed up for the Air National Guard, has to grow up faster than he ever imagined because his dad didn't really teach him how to stand on his own two feet. Yes he is a man going into the guard, but inside he is a frightened young man who has lost his father. His dad and I had been divorced for 10 years. We remained very good friends. We had the nicest divorce compared to horrendous divorces I have seen others go through. I miss him. My now husband, Mr. Wonderful, was beyond understanding though his time in the hospital. Through my tears he knew that Dennis and I were friends and he would leave a hole in my life. Thank God for Mr. Wonderful.
Shawn, my son, will grow into a decent young man, holding onto what he will learn through this. Nothing lasts forever. New years aren't always great. We can get through Christmas with a deep loss. His girlfriend looks good in auburn hair as well as she did in blonde and life will go on.
My friend suffers from the loss of a child. We expect out parents to go before we do. Not our children. Her new year will be difficult as she and her family deal with this loss.
My cousin, who left behind a daughter, son and grandchild, was in the wrong place at the wrong time. When I get angry about guns, this is why. Yes I know guns don't kill, people do. Tell my cousin that. This one makes me angry. Very angry.
For the three people who's lives ended last month, you touched my life in so many different ways. I will miss all of you.
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