Getting my hair cut has always been something I dread. It’s not the hairdresser – it is entirely my problem. Having said that, you could argue that the ‘issue’ arose from a dodgy hair do and ever since that fateful day I’ve been scarred. So it was most out of character when I decided to not only try a new hairdresser, but to visit one in a totally different country. Have you ever had your hair cut in a different country? It’s an odd thought… as if having your hair cut in your own county somehow provides some sort of comfort blanket. I think we’ve established that that isn’t true! So with that in mind, I was fairly fearless when it came to deciding to lay my precious locks in the hands of a stylist across the Atlantic. My salon of choice: The Parlour Brooklyn. I must have read about them somewhere because when they came up in my Google search I made a beeline for them.
Their website showcases all their stylists and gives great bios on each of them. I decided that Heather sounded like my kinda gal and chose a day that she was available. My appointment fell on a particularly sludgy and bitterly cold day in early January. Thankfully the snow had subsided so we left the suburbs safe in the knowledge that we wouldn’t wind up stranded. We caught the East River Ferry over to Greenpoint (not the nicest of stops – and it looks particularly dull on a bleak day!). Mike’s expert navigational skills found The Parlour, so as I dived in from the cold, Mike went in search of lunch.
The Parlour was every bit as cool in person as it appeared online. Exposed brick walls, the soft glow from the stylists stations, and the gorgeous smell of the amazing lotions and potions they stock. Heather greeted me with the warm smile of an old friend. I was shown to my seat and felt immediately at ease – I didn’t give a second thought to the fact that I was asking Heather to cut 4 inches off my hair! She asked me to pick out a gown of my choice from an array of beautiful colours before being shown to the wash station where the pampering began.
Back at my seat, Heather confirmed the style we’d discussed and set to work. We chatted, swapping stories of our travels – it was all over too quickly! But I just loved what she’d done – which was kinda obvious from my beaming smile!
As I waited for Mike to come and meet me I knew that I’d be booking my next haircut with Heather. It may sound extravagant to have your hair stylist in a different country – but hey, since I’m travelling back and forth anyway it makes sense!
Predictably, it was raining when I left The Parlour. But I was in such a good mood – I felt so proud of myself! Mike took me and my new hair off to Williamsburg to this bar restaurant he used to go to when he lived in Brooklyn called Five Leaves. We sipped wine and nibbled on charcuterie. It was just the day we needed.
Pictures 1-3 via The Parlour Brooklyn