Musings by the Hairslave

The idea is practically dripping with irony, at least I think it’s irony.  I did one of those things I tell myself (and others, annoyingly I’m sure) never to do.  Never say never.  I did actually say on many occasions, “I will never do it again, damn!  Never say never.”  And here I am working on plans to open a salon.

That’s not the ironic part however.  I’m working to open my “dream salon”, more later, at the exact location, albeit on the floor above, the very first salon I ever worked in.  That’s right, my dream salon Cobalt Salon & Gallery is (with a lot of hope at the moment) being planned directly above the original J. Cunningham and Co., at Mansion Square.  For many of you this will bring back fond memories.  For me it’s a strange metaphor for my life.  After the last few years, and the unfortunate events after the sale of my first salon All That Jazz, I have had some incredible lows, and recently some nice highs.  I’m close to forgiving people I need to stop festering about, and realize a secret dream (by this I mean a secret my subconcious kept secret from me…we work very hard to create our own reality).  Opening my first concept salon.

I think I’ve reached a new level in my life.  And I want my salon to be one in which I can mentor, hold classes and seminars, and inspire my friends, co-workers, and clients, to value beauty and education in their lives.  That’s where the dream salon comes in.  As much an art gallery, showcasing work by my friends, clients, and new artists from the local community, as a salon, and class room.  Designed to be relaxing for both clients, and stylists.  Spacious, serene, and with an open plan for continuing education classes for stylists and clients. And of course a beautiful oasis.  With some personal style touches such as silver and black, two colors I can’t live without, and soothing accents of blue, a color I seem to have adopted.

The salon idea is actually being forced on me by circumstances.  Our lease is not being renewed, and we have to be out in 60 days.  I’m going to make it.  I keep being told that there’s not enough time.  But I’m not going to live with those rules.  We create our own reality, so my reality includes achieving a dream.  Is it ironic that I didn’t know I had a dream?