Looky What the Dog Dragged In...

To those of you who remember me remotely, I have not, as otherwise suspected, fallen off the face of the earth.

And....good news:

We now have the computer of our (my husband's) dreams. The iMac has come.

*cue the heavenly choir*

But.

He doesn't want it on the internet. That lasted about a day. Or less. As a consolation prize, he purchased an iPad for me. A wi-fi iPad, to boot.

I knooooow!!!!

I don't need his ole stinky computer anyway.

Except to edit photos and stuff.

But that's all.

I promise.

*snort*

I'm Not Her Drama's Mama

I don't even know where to start with this.

I try to follow the "Golden Rule" when dealing with people, treating them as I would like to be treated. I (and my salon) try to pour into people knowledge and fairness and we work hard to accommodate their needs, wants and whines. We aren't perfect and there comes a point

when you have to say "no more" and draw boundaries.

But I'm always surprised when people don't act in kind.

A hairstylist recently left our employ. A new salon is opening in town and the "grass is greener". I wish her well.

I was unprepared for the drama that has ensued.

We have been calling the clients who used her and letting them know that she is no longer in our employ and telling them that we would like to get their address and send them a gift certificate.

She used Facebook to tell people that we are "bribing her clients, just ignore it." Her husband wrote on her wall complaining that we were "Indian givers" because we took away her week vacation. (Because she wanted to come and go as she pleased and was no longer considered a "full time" employee. We explained that and she consented.) There's more, but I won't belabor the point.

This is a girl that I took under my wing right after she got out of beauty school. She used me as her hairdresser while she was in high school and then came to work for us after she finished. I apprenticed her.

I never expected her to do a full attack of our salon.

To say I'm reeling is and understatement.

I don't know whether to walk away and ignore it, or launch our own attack/defense.

For now, I'm praying for wisdom and guidance.

Because I don't think the Golden Rule has and "except when" clause.

Well crap.

How to Cut Your Own Hair...Or Not.

"I have too much hair on my head." says me.




I know where the scissors are." says I.




"Are you sure that's such a good idea? Maybe you should wait and let one of the girls at work cut it for you." says me.







"They're always busy or I'm busy when they aren't. Besides, I cut hair all day long! Surely I can cut my own hair!" says I.




"You've always said you turn into a mere mortal when you apply the scissors to your own head..." says me.




"Shhh!" says I, "Don't confuse me with the facts, my mind's made up!"



"Pass the scissors!!"


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How to cut your own hair--that is, if you want it to look like someone stuck your head in a blender, which, fortunately is my signature look.







Working systematically around the head, (which, coincidentally, is the ONLY logical thing about this whole situation) pick up thin vertical sections of the hair. Starting from the shortest layer (or determine how short you want your shortest layer) begin cutting, sliding down to the longest layer. This will create choppy short-to-long layers.



If your hair is dense (no dense jokes here, please) like mine is; use your hands to find the thick spots and cut from underneath beginning closer to the head and cutting/sliding outward to the ends of the hair. This will "air out" your haircut, removing bulk. Use small sections-- you can always cut more, but you can't put it back!



Use a cream paste styling product to accentuate the disheveled choppiness.







*Note: this haircut is not for someone who leans toward neat and tidy hair and symmetrical layering.

P.S. My haircut is a combination between the two photos you see here. Longer around the face, shorter through the crown and interior. When I get my laptop back, (GEEESH!) maybe I'll get some photos of my actual hair posted. What a novel idea.

Ready, Set...

I can't remember when I've ever been so tired.

Yesterday I simply crashed. Shuffling around the house like and old(er) woman. Pity that at this "young" age, my jet setting activities would lay me so low.

I tried to take advantage of a restful Sunday. Reading the newspaper. (Our "big city" newspaper felt so thin after getting the Chicago Tribune last Sunday). I found some books at the library Saturday. Sidenote: I recommend "1001 Paintings You Must See Before You Die."

Deep breath and then we'll plunge into this week, where you can picture me with a machete marching through my appointments, hair flying. (Don't you know free-style cutting is IN, dahling?!)

Thank God my super husband did something to the house during the week and cut a wide, clean swath through it so it was a pleasure to relax this weekend.

Right now, I'm mainlining caffeine in an effort to propel myself forward.

Hang on! Here we go!