So, the clock struck noon and after a morning of work in Doncaster, (the jolly town that birthed me…) I kinda *blinked* and found myself on a corner of 210-214 West Street in the middle of Sheffield, City Centre…outside a bouji glass door. A glass door, that would tinker me straight into Creator Hair.
I said previously, I’d met Sam, Zara and ‘Flat Capped D,’ at an event in Leeds, last Wednesday night…and after adoring the balls of them..quite madly, which was followed by a few ‘back & forth‘ whatsapp messages …I’d booked myself in, with the ever delicious, Sam, who agreed to give my hair, a good ‘glamour pussy’ seeing to.
‘Hiya! It’s me. I’ve got a noon appointment..’
They already knew. They already had it sorted, and as a lady took my faux fur from me, for ‘hang up,’ I kinda eye scanned the place quickly, but simply because it’s habit.
Creator Hair is literally brimming with style. It’s so well designed, with a modern, classy twist. It’s spacious, it’s open, there’s an absolute vibe of coolness. It’s busy. It’s alive. The service is impeccable. The staff couldn’t be friendly (which automatically flourishes you with comfort) and well how can I describe it? The sight of the place and the sound of the place, almost gives you a ‘FEEL.’ It makes you feel like you’re in a bouji hotel, or an executive suite. It plays with your senses….if you just relax and let it.
And thank GOD for IT, because straight away always makes me feel safe. Lol. If you don’t know me personally. I’m bubbly and quite confident, yet I ALWAYS get anxious, whenever I first walk into a place. I have no clue why? It just happens. Yet, after a few minutes of me *yakking,* to disguise the fact that i’m terrified…I was okay again. 🙂
Me: ‘It’s bouji in here. I love it. It’s beautiful.’
Sam: ‘Hey..How are you? D’ya wanna come sit over her..’
Me: ‘I’ve got a whole bunch of clip in’s in. Shall I take’em out? I had this updo in that I didn’t like, so I switched it out, at the last minute, in Doncaster.’
Sam: ‘Yeah, what d’ya want doing?’
Me: ‘Whatever you want boys…. 😉 ‘
Flat Capped D: ‘I’m thinking, BIG, CURLY, VOLUMED, yeah…?’
Me: ‘Yeah, I love it! Like delicious and glamour pussy.’
Sam: ‘Have you ever had your hair curly before? Oh and it’s jacket..’
(He was holding out the ‘hairdressy gown.’)
Me: ‘Yeah, back in LA, I had it HUGE because I was an old school glamour model. Lol Oh? Thanks.’
So, as he smiled with his eyes, he walked me through the salon for a wash and a bit of glamourous banter.
Sam’s really easy to get along with. I find him really down to earth. There’s parts of him that are sassy. But he’s fun. He’s witty. He has a good sense of humour. He’s helpful. He’s creative. He looks composed. He won’t take nonsense. Yet, there’s a delicateness to him. A side that you just want to mother.
He’s quite easy to read. He’ll sometimes say nothing, but I can watch his face and know what he’s thinking. He’s layered, but he’s fun loving. He’s a gentleman…it’s just certainly swirled in sex appeal. I love him. He’s ace. I actually never knew he was in Yorkshire.
Sam: ‘So Zara & I read the blog, we were in..’
Me: ‘Aw! Good. I’m glad. The one where I made you sound amazing. Lol.’
But then I couldn’t concentrate, because he was innocently ‘massaging’ my head,…and flowing water through my hair, just doing normal ‘hair washy’ things….Lol….but OMG, it felt like the most EROTIC THING EVER. I couldn’t even cope. If he had touched, massaged or just anything a moment longer, he would’ve had no hope. I would’ve *pounced* on him.
My loins nearly burned away. Hahaha.
I had to sort of keep calm by making ‘pleasant,’ normal conservation… about dating and makeup shit, so I could pretend that I was all *swag* about it. Lol.
Poor guy. Haha.
I mean, Thank God, Zara showed up at that point and came to sit down, for girly chatter, because I NEEDED to be FULLY DISTRACTED from the ‘Reecey’ head massage. She must have felt my womanly pulse, from afar. Lol.
I love Zara, she just fills me with life, because I find her so vibrant.’ She’s funny and when she calmly bursts into my life path every now again, it couldn’t be more refreshing. Her personality is a really good balance of everything! I love that in people.
Zara: ‘Gosh. You look so glamourous.’
Me: ‘Aww. Thank you. YOU look amazing.’
Zara: ‘Oh Hi Sam. I haven’t spoken to you all morning.’
Then with a *blink* I was sort of sat back in the chair, being pumped upward, in front of large mirrors, wishing I had a wine.
Sam: ‘You know we sell wine. Like you can buy drinks here. You want one?’
Me: ‘Yeah. God! I want wine!!’
And he passes me a mini drinks menu…and before you know it, I had a wine in my hand…
Sam: ‘Hmm…Starting early, are we?
Me: ‘As if. 12.06 is a perfectly acceptable time to have a drink.’
Sam: ‘Before noon you’re an alcoholic. Zara’s bringing it over.’
I’m a sucker for a good time. So I went with ‘fuck it.’ 🙂 Well… in fact, I ended up having two wines, because…let’s put it this way…One of the reasons why I adore Sam, is because he can naturally recognize when my glass is almost empty…and sort out the problem.
‘You want another wine? It’s really hot in here. I’m boiling me. Are you?’
It means he’s aware of the little things, the small things…aware of his immediately surroundings…and also knows that I NEED WINE, without me having to prompt him. 🙂
That’s an attractive quality. It apparently means he’s quite nurturing. (So there you go Ladies, ‘NURTURING‘ has been plonked on the list.)
So, he’s curling my hair with his wand 😉 and we’re chittering…We’re chatting about EVERYTHING… his life, my life, his story, my story…what makes us tick, what we don’t like…We’re laughing at the shit things, good things, bad things… telling tales about all sorts and we’re chittering on about meditating…
Sam: ‘I do meditate…and I write three positive things down after each day.’
Me: ‘You should write a diary.’
Sam: ‘Inspire me.’
Me: ‘Every day, just write out pieces of what happened to you that day….and only focus on how someone or something made or makes YOU FEEL. Like it has to only be based on private emotion. It’s honestly a form of therapy. Once you get started and look back on it, it’s like magic.’
(And it really is! Expression is the simpliest form of keeping a healthy soul. That’s why I love to keep a diary. SO many people are SO internally messed up because they feel far too emotionally trapped, and cannot find it in them to just express in general. It’s unhealthy.)
He won’t start a diary. Lol.
Anyway, long story short, he’s kitten curling away. (I don’t know he put up with me, *yakking* on at him for that long. I must’ve drove him nuts.) I’m drinking wine, ‘Flat Capped D’ is giving me back my ‘clip ins’ because they just wouldn’t curl…and I guess we both started talking about our love lives…But that was after this…
Me: ‘OMG. I have such a low pain threshold. Don’t let that wand get my ear..’
Sam: ‘Haha. I’ve never burnt anyone yet. I mean, I do this weird thing with the hair dryer sometimes…But I won’t burn you. Haha.’
Me: ‘Good, cos you don’t want to end up with a crying crazy Asian lady on your hands.’
Sam: ‘Hahaha….Have you ‘eard this…(*He’s Yorkshire, like me…but definitely doesn’t sound it*) She said if I burn her, she’s gonna turn into a crying, crazy asian.. Lol. I’m hungry now…I’ve got my pack up downstairs. Oh, I did actually burn myself by accident, the other day with the wand.’
‘I WILL cry SAM! I’m emotional. I’m filling up now! Lol.’
Then we’re talking about holidays. He’s off to Ibiza on a stag do shortly. I love stag do’s..cos they’re much more exciting than hen dos. I don’t like ‘cheaty’ ones though. Like what’s the point in ‘I doing it‘ if ya gonna have a cheeky ‘ bend over’ before the big day. Lol.
I went on about my marriages. But luckily for me…Sam is just as unlucky in love, as I am. It’s like the Good Lord swizzled our paths at a crossing, and plonked the two most unluckiest people, who Cupid hates….in front of a mirror, to play ‘hairdressing.’
(I believe you meet everyone for a reason. I don’t yet know why i have to meet him? But I’ll soon find out soon enough… life’ll chuck a welly at me.)
Me: ‘Yeah. But i’ve been married three times..’
Sam: ‘What!! Lol.’
(Everyone always does a face at me whenever I say that. But I don’t know why? It’s just my story. I’ve done it now. I’m a love bunny. I’m positive. I’m all FOURTH TIME LUCKY. 🙂 )
Sam: ‘I can’t even hold a girlfriend down, let alone a wife. Haha. But i’m happy with single life right now. But you do definitely need a girlfriend when ya hungover. Lol. I want someone who KNOWS what they want and not too far away.’
Me: ‘Yeah, but love isn’t about geography. It’s about chemistry.’
Sam: ‘It’s a ball ache though innit.’
Me: ‘Hahah. Yeah.’
I’m not really gonna tell you anything else, because I adore an air of mystery. I love being open, yet at the same time, I love keeping parts to myself. He seems really happy and he’s just concentrating on work right now.
But I had such a great time. It was so much fun. I mean my HAIR LOOKED AMAZING. It was delicious. He’d did such a great job…and i’m really really picky. I’d say, if I didn’t like something. But I just loved it. I felt glammy.
How HE or any of the other stylists, have the actual patience to stand there ALL day and do people’s hair, is beyond me? It’s really hard work.
Me: ‘I’d start someone’s hair and just be like…BLAH…i don’t wanna do the rest. Lol’
I was really impressed all around, with everyone in the salon. The actual service and absolute quality of their work is simply outstanding.
‘Flat Capped D’ came to have a look…and take a couple pics.( I like ‘Flat Capped D,’ I always want to cuddle him. He wasn’t actually in a flat cap, that day, but when I met him he was.)
Zara popped back for sofa chats with me and I just really adore her. I’m really glad to have met her. I’m really glad to have cross paths with them all.
She actually sent me a message that read…
‘Can’t wait til we next meet. You’re just a whirlwind, a wonderful, bubbly whirlwind’
How nice is that! It made me beam. I love it when people make me beam. It’s heart warming. I tottered through the city streets with a smile on my face.
Then with hugs all around, I finished my wine and left the building to do a couple drinks in Sheffield…by myself.
My time at the salon was almost like a calming bubble of protection. It kept me safe from the real world. Lol. It was bliss. I’d go everyday, just for wine. Lol
Hours later, I get harassed by what I call ‘perv central’ to the point where I’m scrambling to leave and Sam has a really BIG car crash…and breaks his flipping hand. Lol.
Sam: ‘Sorry, i’ve just got home, was in a really bad crash earlier…just got back from A& E. Hope you loved your hair!’
And that…. is what I call…