I am not one of those women. I don’t need to spend a hour in front of the mirror before I leave for the day; I don’t need to spend a small fortune on the latest fashions; and I don’t need to have a shoe collection.
Before my hair was more grey than blond, brown and red combined, I rarely went to the hairdresser. But when I went, I went in with two rules – I am 37 years old and I am a wash and go kind of girl.
After that, I gave the hairdresser free rein – she could do whatever she wanted as long as she remembered those two rules.
Most hairdressers, in my experience, err on the side of caution, like they really didn’t believe me when I insisted I really wanted them to do what they want (they are after all the professional) and if I really hated a cut, it was hair and it would grow back.
In April when I got my hair cut (and my first colour), the hairdresser cut off half an inch. I told her I once had hair half way down my back and shaved it off and that, really, should could do whatever she wanted.
The end result of that day was a few inches off, no real style and highlights that looked exactly like my original hair colour including the grey.
I went to a new place Friday where I met Debbie, who could be my new favourite person.
Not only did Debbie understand my love of a wash and go cut, she explained to me why I shouldn’t have really short hair (it would make my giraffe neck look longer than it does already) and had a vision, which included chopping off a good six inches and razoring the rest. And the colour is beautiful. My roots were coloured by natural colour and the highlights include more red and blond.
I came out with a new look that actually had style and is – as promised – wash and go.
Thank you, Debbie.
Note: I attempted to take a photo of myself but it made me look old and tired. I do have some pride so I deleted those photos. You’ll have to trust that my haircut is great.