Twenty-one years ago today my hairdresser called in sick

I remember.  It was one p.m. in the afternoon and I had just gotten off of work.  I had taken a half day vacation.  It was the eve to the Easter long weekend and I had two weeks off.  The weather was not great.   It pissed down rain. A good sign some say.  Drowning worms were dotting the parking lot when I made a dash into the hairdresser’s.  I was grinning from ear to ear with bubbling over anticipation.

I was going to see my regular hair dresser.  I had been going to her for years.  She was great.  I have shared all of the details with her.  As a matter of fact, I had seen her just the week before when we discussed how I wanted my hair to look on my wedding day.     I remember on that afternoon, twenty-one years ago today,  I just stared at Antonio, the shop’s manager.  What did he just say?  What? No.  This is not possible.   My hair dresser wouldn’t call in sick today.  Not today.   Antonio suggested that I would have to reschedule my appointment.  What!  No!  This couldn’t be happening to me.  It was my wedding day.

In the end Antonio asked an unknown woman of questionable skill who had been sweeping the floor to look after me.  My hair was set in big rollers and I sat stone faced under the hair dryer.  She then went on to tease and spray the crap out of me,  what with the rain and all.

I looked like the wife of a southern Baptist minister in the 80s.

Tammy Faye Baker


Big hair is what it was called.   In hindsight,  I just should have done it myself.  I was mortified.  I didn’t look like myself.  It was ridiculous.

Oh well,  small potatoes.  Looking back twenty-one years later and who cares?  Like the rain that day, the worms in the parking lot and my ridiculous big hair it  really didn’t matter.  I loved him.  He loved me and together we went on to share an amazing life together.

Happy Anniversary Warren.  Wish you were home.  oxoxox



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In 2013 my husband and I retired. We bought an old pre-confederation house out in the country. This blog is about our new world in the country as we explore all of life's possibilities.
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15 Responses to Twenty-one years ago today my hairdresser called in sick

  1. Very sweet! I had a friend do my wedding hair. Let’s just say it looked unnatural. She was so pleased with her work, though, that I smiled through it all. You’re right – these things, especially wedding details that people obsess over, mean so little in comparison to the marriage.

  2. Warren says:

    It is the best thing that ever happened to me!
    All my love, Warren

  3. lauratfrey says:

    Sweet story. But, where’s the wedding picture? 🙂

  4. wildsherkin says:

    Happy anniversary. What a lovely story and I love the little details you remember like the drowning worms! 🙂

  5. my hairdresser made a mess of my hair on my wedding day so I had to go home and redo it–and that was almost 31 years ago now–wishing you a happy anniversary, good memories, and Warren home soon….

  6. 🙂 and you ended up with a story to tell.. On my wedding day, the hair dresser wanted me to lean forward so she could flip my hair up over my head (I can’t remember why). The chair wasn’t bolted to the floor, flipped over on top of me as I fell on my head, resulting in a big goose egg on my head and a ruined manicure. Oops.

  7. Sandi says:

    Awwww. How sweet D. You made my eyes well up – in a good way ! Xo

  8. Rev. Marilyn Townsend-Smith says:

    I remember that day. You looked beautiful. You were radiant with happiness. I’m so happy that you have been happy. I had my hair done to by unknown hairdresser on my wedding day and came home and combed it all out. Hair stories. So funny.

  9. Lynne says:

    Diane, I love the natural, unforced way you write your blog! It makes me hopeful that one day I will perhaps write a blog. Maybe even today…who knows? Loved reading about the fiasco with your hair, but now look at your hair!! You would definitely not have to worry about it today, and that’s a good thing – no stress. Cheers…Lynne (upstairs)

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