The Salon Pup.

The Salon Pup.

Blah Blah Blog By Wendy Weinstein The Salon Pup. Last Friday, March 12th, I had to do one of the hardest things a human has to do. I had to put down my buddy dog Dean Martin. It’s been a week since he passed, and the heartbreak I feel is only getting better...
Forty years later and still Wendy.

Forty years later and still Wendy.

Blah Blah Blog By Wendy Weinstein Forty years later and still Wendy. I started out in the hair industry when I was 20 years old in 1980. After I went to school for a year, I landed my first job in Reading, PA in ’81. My brother went to Albright College and knew...
The Politics of Business.

The Politics of Business.

Blah Blah Blog By Wendy Weinstein The Politics of Business. When I went to Wilfred Academy hair school in September 1980, I remember sitting in the classroom with 60 other students during our orientation listening to the principal, Mr. Vincent. There was one thing he...
Snap out of it. Post-Quarantine Blues.

Snap out of it. Post-Quarantine Blues.

Blah Blah Blog By Wendy Weinstein Snap out of it. Post-Quarantine Blues. “Snap out of it,” I said to myself. “It’s going to be okay. It’s going to be different, but you’ll adjust. It’s like riding a bike, just jump right back into it.”  Only now I’m riding...
Is this what they call a sabbatical?

Is this what they call a sabbatical?

Blah Blah Blog By Wendy Weinstein Is this what they call a sabbatical? Five weeks ago, the government shut down my hair salon. At first I was pretty upset that the government considered my business to be non-essential. All of my hairdresser friends were also...
The Non-Essential Hairdresser

The Non-Essential Hairdresser

Blah Blah Blog By Wendy Weinstein The Non-Essential Hairdresser I looked up the meaning of non-essential just to be specific as to what my business was categorized as. It’s an adjective that means: “Not Absolutely Necessary.” I have to disagree. Of course, in this...