Musings by the Hairslave

Wow, I haven’t posted anything since December.  So many fabulously bizarre changes it’s hard to keep track!  I think to make sense of it all I will just make a list.  Not the most literary of styles, but my brain is not firing on all cylinders right now!

1.  I (we) opened a new salon!

Cobalt, week minus one and counting...

It seems stupid to list the most profound first, where’s the tension in that?  But honestly, everyone who reads this blog probably already knows, and it would seem cheesy to push it to the end of the list.  The thing that most people don’t know, is the pits in the road along the way!  I thought the project was doomed several times.  Not for money reasons, as you might suspect in this economy, but for incompetence reasons.

I swear we had the worst craftsmen on this job (except for the most awesome handyman in the state, Sam the handyman!!).  EVERY SINGLE JOB GOT SCREWED UP.  I had to yell to make sure you believed me.

The plumber plumbed the job wrong, oh I’m sorry, I should have said the plumber’s helpers.  It turns out the man who bid the job, and assured me he had done this type of job before, never even saw the work!  When I called him in a panic to inform him he’d installed the plumbing too wide for the base of the stations, he told me he hadn’t seen it yet, and when they came back to fix it, they charged me!  The water heater still doesn’t work quite right.  Hubby Pete had to read the manual to the plumbers to show them what they did wrong, and it still isn’t correct.

At one point our electrician caused an arc in the unit, and blew a whole in a copper pipe.  I don’t know if I’m being charged to fix that yet, or not.

The floor is beautiful, as long as you don’t know what it’s supposed to look like.  It looks like wood, and that’s good.  Unfortunately, it also looks like wood that’s had big gouges taken out.  when the installer leveled he did the worst job possible.  The concrete trowel marks show through, and they left concrete pebbles under the flooring that I have to find and pulverize with a hammer.  He hasn’t shown up to fix it, and I’m hoping he doesn’t.  I’d rather just not pay him…

The stations were made in China.  You can tell by the falling apart problem, and one of my shampoo stations is crooked.  Not installed that way, made that way!  It will be fixed.

I have to say, however, I love the salon.  And it’s just the way I wanted it to be.  Oh not the falling apart part, the colors, the location, the people.  It will be the best salon in town.  With beautiful deep black/brown woods, soft quite textures, and bold and bright blues and silvers.  It’s cool, and inviting. We will make magic.

Oh, and 2.  We’re not selling our house.  At least not right now.  I still want to downsize, but as I’ve told anyone who will listen; If we had sold and moved, I’d be in a very soft room at the moment.  And I might be restrained.

The house sold, and then un-sold.  We had decided at the beginning not to keep it on the market during the holidays, then we decided to open a salon.  No way it’s goin back on the market now!

That wasn’t much of a list.  Tells you how fried my brain really is.  It was still the only way I could keep track…