Small rant warning!! Okay...so, I'm a hairdresser. I LOVE doing hair...IN A SALON!! Since about 1981, my HUGEST pet peeve is doing hair in my house. I can't emphasize the word hate quite enough to express how I truly feel about it. I hate hair in my house...I hate hair in my bra...I hate having to clean my house so someone can come in and get their hair done...I hate being someplace and having someone randomly ask me when I can cut their hair (like when I'm bowling, when I'm teaching Sunday school). I hate, hate, HATE it. In fact, I actually rented a chair in a styling salon specifically so that when someone asks me, I can say, "I DON'T KNOW...CALL THE SALON" I think I just got burned out after working full time at Penney's, then just about every single night I'd have to cut someone's hair. And I literally mean every single night. So, I rented a chair on my day off from Penney's to do my friends and family in. Thing is, my friends and family didn't want to pay Penney's prices...in fact, they expected to pay much less having it done in their kitchen. Totally, totally annoying to me. Almost as annoying is that now that I live here, I have people telling me, "You should start a salon in your house!" I have to take a second to go to my happy place, resist the urge to say, "ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND???" and politely say, "I don't like doing hair in my house, thanks." I mean, even if I had a separate place to do it in the house, and had a carwash-type decompression chamber that hosed me down before I came in the house to keep the hair out of it, I'd never get away from all the "when are you gonna do my hair?!?" requests at all hours and at all occaisions. When I moved here, I was so happy to NOT have any hair to do except my son, husband, daughter and my mom.
So...
Last spring, my friend, Irene's daughter became the French Festival Queen and I offered to do her hair up in an updo...I LOVE updos...no hair on the floor or in my bra and they only happen once in a while and they are totally creative, which I LOVE. So, then she needed her hair up for a military ball and asked if I could do her friend, Nina's hair up, as well. SURE! I LOVE up-do's. So, Nina is the step-daughter of my cousin, Jerry. Jerry just got out of the Army Reserves and is starting to grow his hair longer. So, he called me last week and asked me to cut his hair. I thought...if I do hair like this, I want to do it at the customer's house (note: family is no longer family while they are getting a haircut...they are a CUSTOMER). Problem with this...Jerry's wife is the 'snake lady' of our town. She had cages and tanks upon cages and tanks of SNAKES all over her house. I'm NOT cutting anyone's hair THERE!! So, over he comes...of course, I have hair in my hosue and hair in my bra.

SO mad. THEN, my Aunt and Uncle just moved a few miles from my house in a summer home. Next mistake I made...telling my Aunt that I cut Jerry's hair last week. This morning...Aunt Barb calls..."Can you cut my hair?" Okay...go to my happy place...take a deep breath. "Sure...when...?" Well, how 'bout an hour? SIGH!! So...here I am...doing hair in my HOUSE AGAIN!! Since I'm doing Jerry's hair in my house, I should be doing her hair in my house again. So...UGH! I had to take a shower because we've been in the boat all weekend and now when she leaves, I have to mop my front porch and take another shower to get the the HAIR OUT OF MY BRA!!! And then wash my clothes.

I HATE HAIR IN MY BRA!! So, I'm thinking of renting a chair on Saturday's again to do these people's hair. I mean, if I'm going to do this, I might as well put out the word that I'm doing hair and start a mini clientele. Its making me mental. I'd rather paint someone's house or shingle their roof or mow their lawn or maybe be invited over for LUNCH!
Okay...not looking for suggestions or advice...I just needed to rant. Derek and Shelley don't understand and think I'm insane. "It's just a haircut and it's only hair in your bra..." No...it's like little microscopic RAZORS in my bra. Anyhow...I have to clean my house now for my Aunt to come over. I held her off till noon. I hope she at least lets me do something creative to her hair.
Will be back later for replies. I just can't believe I've let myself be talked into doing hair at home again. I wish I could kick myself in the fanny.
