I'm not a morning person. I'm barely civil until around 10 or 10:30. I have a strange ritual to get going in the morning. Most days I start with an iced tea, a scone, and the newspaper, safely alone in my car. Nobody bugs me there, and I can't offend anybody. It's the ritual that gets me out of bed in the morning, so, whatever. The rest of my day, however, is never the same, ever.
Today I had an awesome day. I started with a man's haircut; I've been cutting his hair for nearly 23 years, so I consider this an easy start to the day. Simple cut, rather curly hair, likes it on the longer side.
Next was a cute newlywed who's (I don't believe) ever had anybody else cut her hair. I taught her how to deal with her naturally curly hair when she was in high school, and at this point her hair is almost to her waste, or it was. We cut it to her shoulders today, and her naturally curly hair was bouncy and fabulous!
Then came a fairly new client of a little over a year. We color and cut his hair every 4 weeks, and boy did he need it! We'd gone a little over on the schedule due to the holidays, and he needed a cut way bad. It was moving toward "jew-fro". Which, though cute on a high school kid, is not very professional. Grey gone, not much hair left either!
Around noon I had another long term client who has her 100 percent grey hair "blended" to a beautiful golden blonde, a nice cut and a bit of blow-dry magic to convert her rather frizzy hair to a smooth mid-length layered cut.
This is when the challenge of the day started. Two clients I love. A local merchant I've known for over 25 years, and a wonderful young teacher who's family I've known almost as long. Booked "back to back". A little more challenging since my assistant Cece took a leave of absence.
Client one, with very thick frizzy/curly hair I glazed a rich auburn red. I then gave her a nice, healthy trim, and styled her using a diffuser to bring out the shiny, healthy curls she was blessed with.
Client two was a color, foil placement, trim, and style. Both hair treatments came off without a hitch.
In case you're wondering, I didn't forget the lunch break; if I ever take one (which I almost never do), I'll let you know what I get. I decompress on the drive home. Most of my job is extremely social, and decompression is mandatory for me. Today I was looking forward to dinner with hubby Pete, my near college graduate son William (yay!), and his mother Laurie. We decided on a fairly new place. Good Eats. We're still trying to decide if we like it or not. Needless to say it hasn't wowed us, but it's close, and seems to be improving rapidly. It is almost to the level I'll recommend it, but not yet. They do however have a bar, so there you go. When Star Ginger opens next door (by the creator of Lemon Grass and La Bou), they may not be able to compete. I'll keep you posted.
*Update: Good Eats is gone, sad but not surprised, and the new Star Ginger is good, but no bar. :-(