Friday, 12 July 2013

On the road...

The beauty of being a mobile Hair Stylist is that I am free to roam where my stocking-ed feet will drive me. You have all now been introduced to the Lucille's Locks mobile salon, all colour co-ordinated obviously!! It's pretty fun visiting different people's humble abodes, but it's an even better day when I can work in the surroundings of a Charity-come-Vintage shop.













One day last week I set up shop in a small corner with beautiful dressing tables, 50's cabinets and tea sets keeping me company- heaven knows how they didn't all come home with me!




I was there for the opening of Nottingham's newest go-to place for Vintage and Retro furniture; Sue Ryder. Most of my pieces at home were from another branch of Sue Ryder, so I fear I may be back sharpish. Unfortunately I was rather late enquiring about the baby pink hood dryer they had in the window....
















The Mayor of Nottingham came to open the whole she-bang and expressed great interest in the 40s and 50s tea sets, a lady with great taste!



Hey Ladies, the salon is open!


Here are a few examples of some of the styles I created on the day. Well, I had to make sure the lovely staff had a 'do to match their lovely surroundings!





I couldn't leave without taking home a little something from my day, so here is me putting my 50's bowls to good use in the garden.

Here is the Sue Ryder Goosegate shop's facebook page. Make sure you local lasses pay them a visit!

Love as always, Lucille xx



8 comments:

  1. Fabulous! I hope this is on our list to visit for a spot of shopping in a couple of weeks ;)

    xox

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  3. Dear,
    the dressing tables are beautiful, indeed.
    Your apron is divine!

    Have a great day
    Marija

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  4. Yes, dear, we're on the road throughout our lives searching for an eternity which'll suit U.S. Hopefully, you'll choose Up so I can 'kiss' your feets on arrival, showing my psychosomatic humility. Follow us and wiseabove (BTW Im writing for women - the absorbent PROcreators):

    What's your address in the hereafter, dear? Dunno? Mine's 111 Rock-Solid-Ave, Milky Weight, Seventh-Heaven. My mansion? Mama mia. A grandiose, exquisitely detailed, 3-acre-stuccoish home in a cul-de-sac with mountain-bike-trails we may conform with our thots. Why limit Almighty God? Why not fire-ALL-cylinders in one-fell-swoop? My intimacy with women Upstairs? Subtle, fire-engine-zeal: skiing, surfin, sailin, snorklin, sassy and savvy to scarlet symmetry to snuggle and serve... slow, soft, supersonic Sunday School: eXcellent, eXcessive eXaggeration of our lives woven together that's push-button, point-blank improv; a plethora of high-degree, Newtonian-laws-of-physics, where one force of kick-ass, party-hardy, white-water-rawwness equals every, single, evening with guhroovilishous avatars, tender faeries, cereal killers and symbiotic, front-row-seats. Whew. Yes, of course! Baby making is most certainly an option! ...yet, I gotta see how sHe feels about sharing me. My many planets? Gorgeous girls? Gott'm. Gotta lotta'm. Gotta gobba IQ, too, withe K2 orchestra only accessable to adolescents: TOTALLY YOURS!!! How??? Gotta accept Jesus, missy!! So, let's accelerate to the Maximum POW!er; let U.S. 'populate' the universe with loyalty to the Bright Son. Wanna join me in God's wild Kingdome?? Chop, chop, dear. Time's running out for us. PS: Time, as an entity, is also mortal: while thar aint no time in Seventh-Heaven, doll... yet, puh-lenty of time to love due to the superior-supply-of-summer...

    ...cuzz the only other realm aint too cool: sweltering, cramped and Fugly rotten; BeavisNbutthead sawing-off your cranium with a chainsaw; nasty darkness, eternal starvation, Satan lies like a Persian rug; o'er-the-Hillary profusely cakkkling for eternity. How purrrecious! sez Gollum. 'Nuff sed. Decide NOW. Make Your Choice -SAW

    MyCrucifixIsMyFix.blogspot.com
    -blessed b9

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  5. Yes, dear, we're on the road throughout our lives searching for an eternity which'll suit U.S. Hopefully, you'll choose Up so I can 'kiss' your feets on arrival, showing my psychosomatic humility. Follow us and wiseabove (BTW Im writing for women - the absorbent PROcreators):

    What's your address in the hereafter, dear? Dunno? Mine's 111 Rock-Solid-Ave, Milky Weight, Seventh-Heaven. My mansion? Mama mia. A grandiose, exquisitely detailed, 3-acre-stuccoish home in a cul-de-sac with mountain-bike-trails we may conform with our thots. Why limit Almighty God? Why not fire-ALL-cylinders in one-fell-swoop? My intimacy with women Upstairs? Subtle, fire-engine-zeal: skiing, surfin, sailin, snorklin, sassy and savvy to scarlet symmetry to snuggle and serve... slow, soft, supersonic Sunday School: eXcellent, eXcessive eXaggeration of our lives woven together that's push-button, point-blank improv; a plethora of high-degree, Newtonian-laws-of-physics, where one force of kick-ass, party-hardy, white-water-rawwness equals every, single, evening with guhroovilishous avatars, tender faeries, cereal killers and symbiotic, front-row-seats. Whew. Yes, of course! Baby making is most certainly an option! ...yet, I gotta see how sHe feels about sharing me. My many planets? Gorgeous girls? Gott'm. Gotta lotta'm. Gotta gobba IQ, too, withe K2 orchestra only accessable to adolescents: TOTALLY YOURS!!! How??? Gotta accept Jesus, missy!! So, let's accelerate to the Maximum POW!er; let U.S. 'populate' the universe with loyalty to the Bright Son. Wanna join me in God's wild Kingdome?? Chop, chop, dear. Time's running out for us. PS: Time, as an entity, is also mortal: while thar aint no time in Seventh-Heaven, doll... yet, puh-lenty of time to love due to the superior-supply-of-summer...

    ...cuzz the only other realm aint too cool: sweltering, cramped and Fugly rotten; BeavisNbutthead sawing-off your cranium with a chainsaw; nasty darkness, eternal starvation, Satan lies like a Persian rug; o'er-the-Hillary profusely cakkkling for eternity. How purrrecious! sez Gollum. 'Nuff sed. Decide NOW. Make Your Choice -SAW

    MyCrucifixIsMyFix.blogspot.com
    -blessed b9

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