Due to the fact that I was suffering abysmal all-day morning sickness, I had to delay my haircut past the usual 8 weeks. As a result of this, my scraggy mop hadn’t been chopped since December and was in dire need of repair (not to mention the ends were a bit dry as I went from being a bleach-blonde to a red-head at New Year) and so I made an appointment with the only woman I allow to touch my hair – the wonderful Nelly.
I’ve been going to Nelly at the James Dun’s House Aveda Salon for almost two years now and during that time she’s gone from being an Academy Level stylist (at £20 for a cut) to one of the most sought-after stylists in Aberdeen (at £40 a pop, which I am more than willing to pay, because she’s bloody good!). During that time, we’ve chatted about pretty much everything from our work to our husbands to our lives in general, so she knew I never had any plans for children…
An exquisite boy called Dean took me to my chair and wrapped the cape around me and then brought Nelly over, who snuck up behind me and exclaimed, “It’s been so long! Look how long your hair is now!” (in her beautiful Ukranian accent). I explained that I’d had to wait for the worst of the morning sickness to pass before I could safely sit for an hour and be pampered, at which point she came round to the side and said, “Look at me.”
Yes, you’ve guessed it – she is also sporting a baby bump! Nelly is due three months before me. We both burst out laughing whilst hugging and congratulating each other in ever rising squeals while Dean grinned beside us. We then got down to business and discussed what I wanted her to do with my unruly mop (the same cut as I already had – I love this cut!), then she left me with Dean for my head, neck and shoulder massage (which was wonderful!). Then, whilst Dean washed my hair, he congratulated me too and asked all kinds of questions as he massaged the conditioner into my scalp (I announced I would have to take him home with me to wash my hair every day – the boy has magic fingers, I swear!).
Then I spent the next 45 minutes swapping info and tips with Nelly who, being just a few months on from me, could tell me exactly what she’d been through from very recent experience (we also compared eating habits and exercise, as well as how our family, friends and colleagues have taken our baby news) as she chopped into my hair and made me look beautiful again (and Dean gave me a hand massage which was sheer bliss!).
Of course, come June, I’m going to have to let someone else cut my hair, but Nelly assures me that she will call several of her colleagues over to see who will best suit me in her absence and prepare them for my naughtiness (the first time she cut my hair as a trainee, I wigged her out by making her cut off my long locks into a very short choppy style and then said, “I don’t like it!” – of course, I was joking, and it really broke the ice for next time!).
Still, I’ll get another couple of cuts from the divine Nelly before that, but I’m really going to miss her when she’s on maternity leave!
In case you’re wondering what my haircut looks like, it’s exactly like in the picture shown below, but it’s red instead of blonde.
On a completely separate note, I’ve just inadvertently had Dale in a fit of the giggles. Apparently, he’s under the impression that I’m permanently horny now that I’m pregnant (which isn’t all that far from the truth, but that’s beside the point) – of course, I denied it. He then asked, “OK, when was the last time you weren’t horny, then?” to which I replied, “Lunch time.”
Personally, I don’t see what’s so hilarious!