Daily Gratitude – Dear Hairdresser
I think there are two types of people in the world – those who love having a good old gossip/catch up session with their hairdresser, and those who prefer to get the gossip from the magazines in their lap.
I fall into the latter camp.
I'm sure it makes me sound very anti-social, but it's not actually the case.
In fact, I spent 1 1/2 hours chatting with my colourist (and previous hairdresser who I'm now cheating on… the guilt!) today because we have a long-standing relationship and I actually don't think you could shut her up if you stuck a round bristle brush in her mouth.
She's absolutely totally lovely and I genuinely enjoy hearing about her life and filling her in on mine.
Most of the time.
But sometimes, like today when I salon hopped to get my hair cut (with my new "mistress hairdresser", Bronwyn) afterward, I just like it when a hairdresser can tell you're not in the mood for idle conversation and is happy to let you hit the mute button.
I suppose now that I'm sharing my hair love around I get to experience both – the chatty colourist and the chilled out stylist.
I can live with that.
I love my new mistress hairdresser.
xx Kiki
I know how you feel, I’d be happy to just sip on my cuppa and read trashy magazines and not speak to anyone!
No can do. My HD is OTT. Always singing, laughing with all her might or acting things out. (not that there is anything wrong with that) but I have to mentally prepare myself before every appointment. Everything is ‘Oh. My. Gawd’- Kath n Kim style. It’s quite draining.
But she does an awesome job and I love people playing with my hair, so I just close my eyes and try to block the noise out.. Lol.
Reezy – I have a friend like that. I know exactly what you mean about having to psych yourself up to spend time with them! The only thing worse than a HD that won’t just let you chill out, though, is a chatty masseur. I leave more stressed than when I arrived. Hate it.