My Scissors need love in Wilmington

As life would have it I have officially come full circle and am living back in Wilmington, NC. (ta-daaa!!!) I am working at a wonderful salon called the Works and am in the process of building my clients so please stop by and see me as well as reposting this to anyone in Wilmington who might need a fun hair dresser such as lil ole me. I specialize in new, hip & trendy haircuts as well as color.
Men's cuts are only $15 (includes a wash)
Womans cuts are $20 wet or $30 (including wash & Dry)
Call for pricing on color/highlights as it varies
Thanks for stopping in and I look forward to brutally severing your strands of hair with my sharp scissors!
Here's my business card






















EMILY :)
The Works Salon
112 N.Cardinal DR.
Wilmington, NC
910-395-0700 ext.104

Funeral Flowers

Their are certain things you should avoid if you are a hairdresser. A major one would be eating anything that will cause you to blow a hole in the back of your pants. For some unknown reason I decided it would be a good idea to eat a bag full of fresh cherries before starting my eight hour shift. Towards the end my stomach started percolating and the clenching began. As I said goodbye to my last client, pushing them out the door in a hurry, I sighed with relief allowing hurricane force winds to escape from my buttocks. Mmmmm that was nice...*sniff sniff* GOOD GOD!!! that's an impressive scent. Right as I start to think all is well I hear a voice coming from the side of me say "I smell funeral flowers?! You smell that?" It was Pete our stereotypical resident gay hairdresser. I start to blush and giggle, barely containing my laughter I peep out "Noooooo I don't smell anything." and he responds with "You don't smell carnations?" I quickly pondered if my ass was capable of smelling like carnations and realized he wasn't talking about me at all. I started to laugh and he looked at me with the confused puppy dog face. I believe we have coined a new phrase.

Ticks ok, I'm a professional

So this ten year old kid sits in my chair today excited to chop off about 8 inches of his hair down to a buzz cut. I start my clippers and the hair starts falling when he nonchalantly says;

KID; Oh by the way, I might have ticks!
*did I just hear that right?*
ME; Oh really?
HIS MOM: (laughing) Oh honey your so silly.
KID; (continues blathering about kid stuff) Blah blah blah....
buzz buzz buzz
KID; Blah blah blah...
buzz buzz buzz
ME; Well...I guess you were right!
KID; (very excited and jumping around) Really!!! I wanna see! I wanna see!

Meanwhile the full waiting room of clients is now cringing and looking at us like we're circus freaks. The mom rushes the kid outside to remove the hitchiker then brings him back in for me to complete the haircut.
There is no redemption for this one.

The saga continues...

Hair I am

Well, life has taken me full circle. I left the east coast in search of new things and new things I found. I'm a total slacker when it comes to blogging about everything these days and all the nifty things I've done in the last 4 years but we'll just say it's a lot.

He's a brief history; I've been all over the USA traveling, writing, and taking photos. I've worked as a writer, automotive mods salesperson, t-shirt designer, payroll specialist, among numerous other things. I even quit hairdressing for two years. I've lived in Glendale, AZ, Scottsdale, AZ, Los Angeles, CA, Marina Del Rey, CA and San Diego, CA.

Now after very little persuasion I'm back in my beloved Carolinas. Oh how I missed this place. I'm not quite back where I started but I'm close. I say Carolinas because I find myself so close to the North & South Carolina border I could throw a rock into one of the states. After my two year career hiatus I'm back to hair dressing. It's amazing how many of the disturbing things I blocked out from my former profession. I always had ridiculous stories to tell people of my time served...and I do mean time served. Some days being a hair dresser is down right torturous. When I die I'll probably go to heaven because I've already served my time in Hell. I've been back in the industry less than two weeks and already I've encountered Lice, nesting spiders, cradle cap, cutting myself, confessions to murder, screaming children, unimaginable stink, and accidentally chopping off someone's skin tag (it was a BIG skin tag) all while trying to keep a strait face and making them look better (well...some of them look better).

some days I question things...but I'm still happy to be back.