Some of you might not know this about me but even though I’m a professional (that word is to be taken rather loosely) home-maker, I’m actually a hairdresser by trade.
I knew I was going to do hair all the way back in high school when Courtenay, Sean and I all had the same haircut and color. I only knew one kind of cut and I couldn’t figure out for the life of me why the heck the Blondissima made all our hair bright orange. We were soooo cool. I used to ask my mom if I could just quit high school and go straight into hairdressing but she always said no…good thinking Mom.
Anyway, after a few years of good old Bible College I went off to Vancouver Community College and got my hairdressing certificate. I hated school soooo much. I felt like I could have finished it in 2 months as opposed to 10 and all of the “like look at my Louis Vitton bag” girls really annoyed me. I had two friends Marina (she also has a blog but I wont link to her cuz it’s anonymous) and Meagan and I mostly hung out with Meagan or the older women who could converse about things a little deeper than partying or “like my new shoes and my boyfriend and my ring and OH I’M SO FAT!”. Anyway, I hated hair school.
During my practicum I fell upon this salon that happened to have a very experienced stylist working there. I immediately fell in love with her and all of the new techniques she taught me. I’d go back to school and baffle my teachers with the skills I had learned. They all knew my boss because she’s a judge at the big hair shows and quite the shit disturber amongst the hair association. (pardon my french).
Anyway, as much as I had learned from her I started to grow verrrry tired of that salon. I was stuck there though, I was eventually pregnant and I needed to keep working there to get my mat. leave. My boss started to show more of her true colors, she was preeeeeettty odd. I liked it that she let us all have booze in the back room though, that was fun.
I think working there made me tired of doing hair. It kind of jaded me from something I really loved and I believe I’m actually very good at. I met one of my dearest friends there (I love you ASH!!) though and that pretty much made it all worth it. I did enjoy the hairdressing part though. I had a hard time doing hair for people that were like my hair school classmates (“like I want it like Britteny’s and like can I have like streaks in like this area and like omg!”) but I really enjoyed doing funky middle-aged women and most other people. I got to cut off a few mullets in my career too which was fun but I also got to give a few mullets as well. I do a REALLY good mullet if you’re interested. I’d giggle with delight inside thinking how funny it was that I’m cutting a mullet for someone who truly thinks they look great!
I think I’m finally peeling off all of the badness from that job experience and I’m wanting to do hair again. I don’t think I’ll ever work in a salon again because I hate the toxic fumes (that I lovingly breathed in until 8 months pregnant…sorry Silas) a lot. Plus I’ve never had a good boss in my life. I’m scared of working for someone else. I am starting to cut more hair on my own though because I’m really wanting to make some extra cash.
Monday night I did Leanne’s hair. It was really fun because we dyed it darker brown and I got to do a very fun cut on her. This helped me gain more love and confidence for hairdressing again. I really love the almost instant gratification you get from it. A person goes from looking a bit shabby to looking fresh and confident again. I love seeing the new spring in Leanne’s step as she sports her new hair. She’s definitely braver than she used to be. Anyway…here’s a before and after for you. I can’t wait to take her really blond one day!
always adorable but I hadn’t gotten my hands in her hair for a while…soooo…
ooooo la la. Hot momma!
So if you wanna hair-cut lemme know and I can fit you in. I only do color on family though.