I am Robyn.
I wasn’t sure that I was going to be brave enough to share my identity, but WHAM! I got it in on the first line!
A little bit of background …
I grew up in a happy and loving family home, with a brother, a sister and parents who still love each other dearly… I know I am very lucky! I was such a happy child, always showing off and flashing the biggest dimples you have ever seen on a child, lanky legs and rosy red cheeks. I still have massive dimples, lanky legs and rosy red cheeks, but a little less adorable when you are 5 foot 8 and pushing 30!
From a very young age I knew that I wanted to be a hairdresser, and nothing was going to change that. I wanted to do a job I would enjoy and make people look and feel good about themselves… not forgetting the image of hairdressers being very glamourous… and then I became a Tom boy. I cannot tell you how many times my friend tried to get me to ditch the adidas tracksuit bottoms and McKenzie hoody and “TRY A BLOODY SKIRT ON!” but I looked up to my popular, funny and super cool big brother and I wanted to be just like him!
I went through school as you do, trying to fit in and wanting EVERYONE to like me. You know what I mean, going hungry because you had spent your lunch money on a pack of 10 Lambert & Butlers, I may have been hungry, but my god I looked cool. I did OK at school, I could have done better if I had spent less time trying to play the part. Hindsight hey!
I worked through my hairdressing apprenticeship straight from school, it was hard! People go into hairdressing thinking that it will be easy… do not be fooled! With some gentle pushing in the right direction I made it through, thanks to a very dear friend of mine and I absolutely LOVE being a hairdresser.
Being a hairdresser means that you spend 80% of your time listening to other peoples problems and trying to help with them or advise them the best you can. Sometimes, it can bring you down too. I took a break from hairdressing for about 18 months and took a job as a barber… Which is where I met Ben, the love of my life (cringe alert).
My life wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows up until this point. I had hardships, I struggled but I always got through surrounded by a family that could not love me anymore.
I had an ex-boyfriend, we got together when I was only 17. It was a very toxic relationship, everyone could see that it was, apart from us, or perhaps apart from me. Long story short, I plucked up the courage to leave and move back to my parents just before my 22nd birthday. My poor sister had to give up her space and share her room with me, and she did so with open arms – I think this is probably the point that we became best friends.
Around 6 months later I met Ben, the man that was to one day become my husband. Everything happens for a reason hey!
Our relationship progressed pretty quickly, probably too quickly in some peoples opinions, but we were happy. We moved in together within 6 months of meeting, and not long after this is where a very long and painful journey began…
Tough Times & Chasing Lines 