Adventures in Hairdressing
Today I went to the hairdresser armed with nothing but a Baby, a Cruskit, and some low standards.
After a childhood of questionable home haircuts, when I became a Grown Up I discovered the joys of going to a hairdresser. It was relaxing. I could be pampered, read magazines I am too proud to buy and enjoy the head massage way more than can be considered healthy.
Oh how things have changed. Today, I was running late so the pram stayed in the car. Baby had to sit on my knee: the Cruskit was to keep him occupied while Billie the hairdresser did her job. My hands were full of Baby and Cruskit, so the magazines stayed on the counter. I could only see the top of my head in the mirror, above the wide-eyed Boy as he gazed up at the light fixtures and babbled to the face (his own) in the mirror.
Billie the hairdresser started to cut. The cape didn’t cover us, so all the hair fell directly onto my exposed clothing and his once clean clothes. I tried to blow it away, but there was too much. As she proceeded, his head started to resemble a fuzzy ice cream cone; round, fair and soft, with hair sprinkles on top. I turned him around to have a chat and realised he also had wet Cruskit all over his chin, with tiny bits of cut hair stuck to it.
It occurred to me as I paid and left, that I didn’t even look in the mirror to check out my cut. I was undeterred by this. I was ready to face the world again, with a hairy baby, a wet Cruskit and even lower standards. This is what it must feel like to be a man (without the Baby and the Cruskit).
15 Responses to “Adventures in Hairdressing”
Would you believe I went to the hairdresser today also… except… wait, hold it… they had iPads to play with while waiting for stuff to happen (eg foils to set). How cool is that! And this is in a small town, not a high-end salon
But yes, I have done the baby on the lap before also.
I am impressed.
That’s hilarious- although am cringing. I have a thing about wet hair and seeing all that hair flicked over my cherub would have me squirming in the seat. Love the low expectations. That’s a rule for all of us to live by when visiting hairdressers. Get some t-shirts printed asap.
It was dry hair, which felt even worse. SOOO itchy.
This story tickled me, I can so relate. Only in my case – still doing my own home haircuts (on self) I’m the one cutting the hair. Curly layered hair, not that great a challenge but that is beside my point.
Recently I was asked to cut a friend’s son’s hair. Since the first cut he’s improved his attitude about the horrible woman with the spray bottle and scissors (he knows me well too) but the first time he was in so much resistance his mother had to sit with him on a chair and breast feed him to keep him still and non whinging. Amazingly the haircut turned out great. Talk about what it feels like to be a man – those boobs were a hairy site when he eventually disengaged!
!! How funny. And hideous. Things we do for a haircut.
I so love reading your posts. They are so funny, clever and honest. I felt like I was sitting in the salon next to you watching the scene unfold. I laughed out loud at the last paragraph. I also love the time difference between us because your new posts are waiting for me when I get to the office in the morning!
Thank you!! I am glad you’re enjoying them.
Oh my. I have never attempted my own haircut with Tsunamis in tow. It is bad enough getting their own done! I am impressed that you got out of there with your head still attached and (seemingly) working! Well done!! x
PS – if I could hire someone to come over and massage my head all day, I would. x
So relate. I have specifically picked a hairdresser based on how easy it is to take the kids rather than the quality of the service. Fortunately it is actually a rather nice salon and they serve up coffees and babycinos. Best of all there is a giant flatscreen which they always switch from music videos (which are way too x-rated for the cherubs) to some sort of kids cable trash. Kids happy, me happy, hair less grey.
Michelle
At least you got the hair cut!! I am currently sorting a fringe that comes down to my mouth! I just sort of part it and sweep it stylishly to one side (not!)
xxxCate
I know, I am lucky to have the cut. I was doing the fringe sweep too. And on some days, a headband to keep it out of my face. x
Isn’t wet, then dried Cruskit like the worst material ever to remove? It is up there with Weetbix but I think it is even more cement like. You?
Glad the haircut happened, not joyfully like the good ol’ days, but done.
I have to gloat that I had mine cut this week too. Child free! I know! Who’d have thought it possible? And (but wait there is more), I followed up with a facial. Delicious facial massage from a champion beautician. The best!
How wonderful. I am sure it was a mission to arrange, but oh so worth it.
Its a line-ball with the Weetbix and Cruskits … I am on the verge of tossing out our boys play table because of the dry Weetbix render it has developed. I think I’m going to have to sand the table back to get it off!
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