I feel like a new woman today. The reason for this new zest of life? I’ve had my hair cut and coloured. My hair is blonder and shorter (but not too short) and I challenge anyone who tries to dampen my spirits today.
It aint gonna happen! It’s Friday and I have a new hair-do, thanks to the nice hairdresser who came to my parents house last night.
The nice hairdresser who spent eight hours in my parents kitchen. Yep, that is correct – eight hours. Wow, that’s a long hair cut, you may be thinking. Let me explain. The hairdresser is a family friend. She arrived at my parents house in the afternoon to cut and colour my mothers hair. Then I arrived home from work, we all ate dinner together, and I swapped chairs with my mother so the hairdresser could concentrate on me.
Not surprisingly, hair styles were discussed in the kitchen last night, and I was reminded of the time I was fourteen.
At the age of fourteen I had long, permed (it was the 80’s - the decade that fashion forgot), naturally light brown hair. One night I stayed at my friends house and I reached the (stupid) conclusion that a bottle of ‘sun-in’ would turn me into a blond bombshell. I washed my hair and started spraying the lethal liquid. Needless to say, I got carried away. I sprayed and sprayed and sprayed, and then I blow-dried. And then I screamed when I realised my hair had turned the colour of bright orange and was the texture of burnt wool.
“My mum is gong to kill me!” I remember saying.
She didn’t kill me (I'm still alive and writing a blog!) but she also screamed when she saw my hair and booked me a hairdressers appointment immediately. I had it all chopped off. It was a very severe style, even the hairdresser looked uncertain about the outcome.
I remember going to school with my new severe style and feeling like a freak show. Teenagers can be very cruel. I was pointed at and whispered at, and believe it or not it was such a drastic transformation that I was the hot topic for days. At least until someone else done something news worthy.
I grew my hair after that catastrophe, and I never used ‘sun-in’ again.
Other styles entered my life - bobs, fringes, layers, more perms, and I even had it cut short again. This time I wanted to look like Demi Moore, after watching her enviously in the film Ghost. I looked absolutely nothing like her, after another visit to the hairdressers, but it was a vast improvement from the first time my hair was short.
I think you could say I have been on the magical merry-go-round when it comes to hair styles. Some fashions and styles have made me feel rather sick and panicky, whilst others have made me giddy with happiness. Well, kind of.
Picture of the day:
My next hair design?