What an exciting day

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This morning I announced the publishing of my new book to Amazon and to Kindle. I now can let you all know it is also on LULU, Kobo, Nook and many other sites. What is amazing is I have already sold my first copy online. Thank you all.

It is hard to believe it took over two years to get it to this point. I want to thank all who helped me get where I am today and share the experience of being published once again.

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Tidbits from A Hairdresser’s Diary /Scissors Retired – part six

While I sipped my tea, I warmheartedly remembered my first job working at Elizabeth Arden’s Salon in the Simpson’s Sears store, and the many memories I cultivated there. My modelling début on TV and the multitude of modelling jobs began at Simpson’s Sears while I was still in school. Shaking my head and with a shudder, I remembered giving my first full body massage and how I decided at that moment that massage would not be part of my career choice. Thoughts of Natalie and her Mike made my heart melt. I wondered if she was happier now that she knew her scars didn’t matter to her loving husband. I thought warmly of all the different places I had worked and the customers I had made feel good about themselves. The friendships that carried on after I could no longer be of service in the salon were high on my list. My clients, even though a small percent of what I was used to, were every bit as gracious and giving as they used to be. Like Mary, a relatively new friend and customer, who surprised me with a marvelous tip for doing her hair in the form of a ticket to go to the Top Hat with her – a very exclusive and expensive club in downtown Windsor – to see and hear Brenda Lee perform. I was so excited and Ron was pleased for me. The evening was amazing and unforgettable. I needed to go to the ladies room and on my way back to the table I could hear her singing. Trying to see where she was I walked smack right into her. She professionally never even missed a note. Smiling at me she dedicated her next song to the ‘tall lady with the red face.’ I indeed was embarrassed, but I could not help notice how very short she was as I stood so close to her. Mary thought it was very amusing and teased me for the rest of the evening. Then there was Marylou, oh yes, Marylou. I could not forget her sisterly friendship towards me, especially when I needed a friend the most. Our families grew very close over the years. We had children close in age we even lived with her and family for three months while in transition. I was still bewildered that she disappeared from my life as fast as she came into it.

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Tidbits from A Hairdresser’s Diary /Scissors Retired – part four

Today was to be one of those days that was embedded in my memory and still makes me smile. Christine, now ten, just came in from school while I was bleaching Bethany’s hair – something I did as a six-week ritual. This time I was using a new bleach product just out on the market. Instead of going on white, it went on blue. Bethany was paranoid when it came to using new products on her hair. She had, over the years had some unhappy results. Even though I had been doing her hair at Nora’s for the last two years she was still anxious. Christine walked in and seeing Bethany’s hair, she said, “What a pretty blue colour mommy.” With that, Bethany started to panic. She grabbed the hand mirror from the table and started to cry, “Why is my hair blue?” It took me some fast-talking to get her settled down. I needed to almost beg her to let me leave the product on to finish its work. Until the bleach on her hair was completed its job, she was very cool to me. It was as if all those years of total trust had almost vanished. I could not say anything to ease her anxiety. The stunning final results, the look of relief and a hug, were indicators that she was no longer concerned. Christine learned a valuable lesson that day never to make unsolicited comments again when it came to a customer. I calmly explained to her that some people are obsessed and over react when it comes to their hair. Once alone we joked about Bethany’s ‘panicky blue hair’ response.

My makeshift beauty shop was unusual and definitely not your run – of – the – mill salon. I had no specialized equipment, no fancy pump chair or lighted mirror above my hairdressing table. I used a kitchen chair, a utility room sink and a hand mirror. Sometimes the sunshine was my only overhead light, and a lawn chair my customer’s beauty chair. There was more than one occasion when Ron would have to remove an implanted hair from one of my feet or from my belly button. I had a habit in the summer of cutting hair outside, barefoot and in my bikini. I carried my scissors and comb everywhere I went. When we went to visit either family, I always had a haircut or style to do. Even my mother was treated to a professional cut and style when I went home. This pleased her. What a turnaround in her thinking from just a few years earlier. Oh, how far we had come from the attitude that my hairdressing training was a ‘ waste of time and money.’

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The final words written for A Hairdresser’s Diary / Scissors Retired

Good morning all. It has been awhile since I have been here to visit with you. I can give you the whole list of excuses and most would be valid and accurate but who needs to be bored with those. Everyone has them and no one wants to hear them. So I will give you some good news. This past Mother’s day I wrote the final words to the sequel to A Hairdresser’s Diary. I was so excited to have finished although we all know it is not really finished. Now comes the hard part edit, edit, edit.

I though you might like a taste of what I have accomplished so far. For those who have read my first book this will make sense to you. For those who have not it might be a little confusing. Anyway here is a taste. I will add more to morrow.

A  Hairdresser’s Diary

Scissors Retired

Chapter One

It was a long and painful, five years that followed the devastating car accident that targeted me in mid-June of 1970. The memories were overwhelmingly painful for me. So horrifyingly vivid were those first hours after being hit by the unconcerned, uncaring drunk driver those memories remained fresh in my mind. The life altering accident happened in a split second, but in my mind, it repeatedly played back in slow motion. There were even freeze frame moments. I was overcome with anger as I recalled the way my back was twisted so severely and grotesquely. Seat belts were not installed in vehicles as of yet. I was sitting facing Ron, my husband, both my knees rested on the front seat, my feet on the console and my left arm on the back of the seat. Then, in a flash of a second, a drunk driver sideswiped us. He was driving a stolen car, and was on probation from prison and had no driver’s license. He was eventually charged with dangerous driving. When he hit us the whole top of my body twisted to the right. I hit my forehead on my passenger side window. My knees remained on the seat. I thank God that Ron was not badly injured, even though our car was totaled. Fast thinking and in shock, Ron was able to get us to the OPP station safely. He was smart enough to get the description of the car and had part of the license plate memorized. It was not long before an OPP officer had the driver in custody. Remorse was not in this uncaring person’s personality. For someone who caused so much devastation and destruction he got off easily, his sentence was few more years in jail. My sentence was far greater. Although I was the injured one, my sentence would be for life. How profoundly unfair, one drunk drivers inconsiderate choices changed the lives of a whole family. At the time, Ron and I did not know just how much fight God had instilled in us. In the next few years, we would have many an opportunity to show the world just what we were made of. I still remember those family members who thought these two, nineteen-year old kids wouldn’t last a year together, let alone have the guts and gumption to get through this life-altering circumstance.

What better gift than my books

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Yesterday a customer called to order four of my book A Hairdresser’s Diary to give as Christmas gifts. I am so honoured that she wants to share my work with so many others. So I am begging your patience as I take a few moments to advertise my books in hopes for a few last-minute holiday sales. We as authors or at least this author finds it awkward at times to do this. I am proud of my books so why does this seem like I am walking across thin ice to hand a drowning person a helping hand. On one hand I feel good I have something exciting to share and on the other I have to be careful doing it.

We should sing from the rooftops about our accomplishments and yet sometimes we hold back afraid of offending someone or in some cases with family and friends afraid they think us braggarts. So risking this I am posting the links to my books just in case there is someone on your list who might enjoy reading one or both of these books. Thank you all.

http://www.amazon.com/Hairdressers-Diary-looking-reflection-ourselves/dp/1475164289/ref=zg_bsnr_220855011_12

http://www.amazon.com/Versify-Poems-Christine-Hannon-1/dp/162220011X/ref=sr_1_4?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1346070150&sr=1-4&keywords=versify

http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/sassychannon

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