My beloved clients

Hello All!

I’ve reached out to a few individually, but wanted everyone to know:  I have been back in the salon for about a month now.  It has been really incredible to see my job turning into the career of my dreams!  Every day that I go into the salon I get to have great conversations and use my creative powers to help people improve their day to day experiences with their hair.  I get to stay close to home and take care of my baby on breaks.  I even get to walk to work some days!

That said, there have been a lot of new bodies in my chair recently, and that has been so incredible.  It’s like this area is a bottomless well of cool, down to earth people that have hair.  This means that pre-booking or getting the spot you need a few weeks in advance is becoming important, especially for those that need weekend or evening times.

Have a great Sunday and hope to see you in my chair soon 🙂

Welcome to the World Gaius Alexander Carr

Wow!  What a whirlwind of a week.  Last Thursday Richard and I left Samson with some friends to enjoy a final date before new baby showed up.  When we returned home was when it all started.  All seemed normal and good and we were relieved he was good for our friends, but then he awoke at 3:30AM, sicker than he had ever been in his life.  He couldn’t even remember having thrown up before so he didn’t understand what was happening.  At that point I had two days left of work so I was relieved that Richard and I seemed completely fine.  We did our best to comfort Samson for his 24 hour bug and we were all tired but knew there was just a little bit of work for me and then we could enjoy some time of relaxation before new baby arrived.

Well, my last day of work went relatively well, but I could tell by the end of the day there was some serious pressure building and I was uncomfortable even just sitting through a haircut.  When I got home a little after 4pm, Richard was barely holding it together, he was so sick and desperately trying to help Samson who was still under the weather, but no longer super sick.  I didn’t have the heart to tell Richard at that point how bad my contractions were feeling.  I heated up some soup leftovers and tried to slurp down some water… and that’s when it all started for me.  Fast forward to a few hours later and I’m throwing up in the shower while Richard calls the nurse line.  Fast forward another hour and we’re driving back roads to the hospital since Richard isn’t fit to drive on I-35, then throwing his flashers on in the middle of the Congress St Bridge so he can unleash a tsunami of vomit.  We get to the hospital and we’re both throwing up and Samson is being generally confused but pleasant and I’m wondering why the labor and delivery area is such a long walk from the front door.  I get into triage around 10pm, they take awhile before they can get me any medicine but eventually give me a bunch of medicine for my flu-like symptoms (though I tested negative for the actual flu) and several bags of IV rehydration.  The hope is that once I’m rehydrated labor will stop, but my contractions are already close and powerful and baby boy is pressing down hard with his head.  They can’t give me an epidural because the idea is for me NOT to have a baby that night.  Friends come by to scoop up Samson, which is amazing because Richard can hardly stay upright he is so ill.  Around midnight they give me some Fentanyl that takes the edge off for about fifteen minutes before I feel the full power of the contractions again, now happening every 1-4 minutes.  Richard is alternating between being as helpful as possible, crumpling into a puddle on the floor and running to the bathroom. Around 1am they make the call: I’m going to have this baby.  The next hour and a half is spent watching my nurse stressfully try to get everything ready and try to get me an epidural.  Around 2 they are finally getting an epidural in, or trying, as my tech, who Richard and I refer to as Mr. Magoo, talks at a snail’s pace and all the medical professionals are chatting amongst themselves about other patients… no one notices my water breaking, or me saying out loud that my water is breaking.  They forget to turn on the medicine that feeds into the epidural until I’m already 9.5 cm and I am telling them, this baby is coming out, like I can physically feel him coming out.  The nurse tells me not to push because they aren’t ready yet.  Lots of scrambling and Richard insisting they bring the doctor in.  Once the doctor is there it’s two contractions (7 pushes total) and baby boy is out with no tearing.  They plop him right on my chest and perfect baby boy starts nursing pretty much immediately.  I feel better pretty much immediately, too.  Welcome to the world baby Gaius Alexander!  Born 2:39 am on Sunday 3/3/19, 7lbs 13oz and 20” tall.  He is the essence of chill.

We were able to leave the hospital 36 hrs later, and such a blessing to return home.  Although what followed a perfect day at home was a jaundice scare, where we needed to take baby Guy to the lab every day to get his levels tested, afraid we would need to be readmitted to the hospital.  All while I’m still recovering from giving birth (although I’ll admit I’ve had a relatively easy recovery so far) and the boys are recovering from the stomach bug.  Luckily, Samson, even recovering from sickness and facing some strange changes, has been so sweet and such a doting big brother.  When Guy cries he runs with a blanket to help him stay cozy, or whatever else he thinks will help, including the gentlest little pats.  He loves grabbing his hands and dancing with him, again, very gently.

All in all we are doing great!  Stay tuned for some great pictures we had taken while we were in the hospital 🙂

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Now Taking Appointments at Luminosity Hair Studio in Mueller

Hello friends and clients (and those who may become one of those in the future),

I am thrilled to announce that I am now taking appointments at Luminosity Hair Studio in the centrally located Mueller neighborhood of Austin.  I look forward to welcoming you into this beautiful space, abundant in light and cute details.

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We carry R+Co and Kevin Murphy products, with a focus on friendly ingredients and low maintenance styling.  This is a space where we try to make every client feel beautiful as they are, focusing on hairstyles that enhance and highlight qualities, rather than covering up alleged flaws.  I hope that this will be a space where all of my clients feel comfortable and at ease.

Parking is free on the streets surrounding the salon.  Feel free to call/text with any questions and concerns (541)954-2017 or email me rachellynn54@gmail.com.

Much love to all!

Rachel

Just some musings after a Elevate Hair (Austin)

It’s been a long time since I posted for a few simple reasons.  I mainly fell out of habit due to traveling a lot and dividing my time between salon life and my life as an educator.  A lot of people do a lot more and still have time for impeccable social media involvement, but for me I was starting to feel a phoniness about it and it’s just not how I wanted to spend my time.  Then as I quietly stepped down from my teaching position,  I didn’t feel like I had a voice anymore, or maybe I wanted to keep that voice to myself.

Tonight was a really incredible night at Austin’s Elevate Hair event, which is supported by the Hairbrained community.  It was a really nice opportunity for me to get a little taste of everything in the industry and for me to reflect on the choices I’ve made in my career.  In short, I am really, really happy with where I am right now.  I’ve had a really exciting career and I’ve seen this industry from a lot of angles.  But having a solid home base, with so many coworkers I adore and that inspire me and push me daily, that’s a really special thing.  I ran into a stylist from a salon I taught at a few years back in Houston, and it was really cool to have someone tell me how skills I taught had actually changed how they cut hair.  I really do appreciate the time I was able to spend teaching and the ability to pass on techniques that were passed down to me.  But I also know that stepping back was the right thing to do.  This past year has been about working my skill set, growing with my clientele and reconnecting with the things that inspired me to become a hairstylist.  And this next year will be about my (growing) family.  But it’s a pretty awesome feeling to be in a position where you can see many other paths that you could be on, and to still be satisfied with the road you’ve taken.

I have a lot of cool stuff I’ve been up to, but just never posted about: training with ZGAT this year, this event tonight and also a little video work. I wouldn’t expect any posts soon, but hopefully I can get some updates going in the near future.  And thanks, always, to Hairbrained for being an awesome community and keeping things real. 

Hair in London and Dublin

I didn’t get many great pictures, but when I think of hair in London, I think of softly diffused/almost faded colors that were still somehow very vibrant.  It almost had the feel that hair had light projected or reflected onto it, rather than being that color.  It was very cool, and had a very soft and intentional effect without seeming overly contrived.  London, like here, though, is in the midst of a return-of-the-grunge phase, so it was at times difficult to tell who was fashionable and who had just rolled out of bed.  Not that that isn’t one of my favorite styles 😉  The most striking thing to me, which I sadly didn’t get any pictures of, was the variations in reds there.  I believe you could trace this partly back to the fact that London has a higher rate of natural red heads and strawberry blondes.  Peeking through the color cabinet, there are a lot more shades in the red and warm brown families, but also red shades that are a bit more ashed out.  In the US I feel like most of the clients that go red go REEEED, but in London there were a loft of softened reds, some of which were quite natural, others that seemed matted down, but in a very cool and interesting way, and still quite vibrant.  In Camden, where I was staying, there were a lot of pinks, purples, blues, etc.

Dublin, unsurprisingly, felt a lot more raw, but also rough in places.  The city was much more outgoing and friendly.  Their alternative crowd felt much more authentically DIY between their dress and their overall style.  Some cool hair, some of which may have been bathroom haircuts, but I’m not one to judge.  We enjoyed catching some street music (picture below) and even had some Irish punk teenagers offer us some beer out of their back packs.