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Self indulgence for the soul...

23rd July 2012


I met my boyfriend, Josh, in September last year.

He's a total babe, and also a mad keen traveller. On our first date he told me all about the overseas adventure he was planning for March the following year. It seemed like a million years away and I didn't really know if we'd still even be seeing each other then anyways, so I didn't think too much about it. March rolled around and we were very much still an item. I was devastated when he left. I turned into one of those weird girls who slept in their boyfriends T-shirts and listened to The Smiths on repeat and do nothing but talk about all the cool stuff we used to do. I was in a serious funk.

I was doing one of my favourite client's hair a few days after he had left, and she asked how I was doing. I confided in her that I was definitely struggling with him being away. She gave me some awesome advice about how to deal with the time apart. She suggested that I utilize the time to do everything that I wouldn't be able to do if he were here, be totally self indulgent and really look for things to do that were all about me.

Something that I have always longed for and never been able to achieve is to have gloriously long flowing hair.

Now, Josh is a pretty new age kinda guy, he definitely isn't one of those boys that would prefer if I have my hair a certain way - but I do remember having a conversation with him at one point and he mentioned that girls with really long hair kinda freak him out a little.

I've always had short hair since I was a wee thing, and no matter how hard I try, I can never seem to manage to get my hair beyond my collarbone. So, I made the decision. I was going to get hair extensions while he was away. I was going to cheer myself up with the gift of long hair. My gorgeous apprentice and in-salon hair extensions expert, Eliesha, took to work on my pathetic, mid length strands and turned them into bottecelli-esque, long flowing tendrils. I have to say... I was lovin' myself sick!

For the first time in my career I totally understood why some of my clients were so attached to their length. It was so rad to have long hair to swish around, I have to admit I was pretty tempted to never wear a shirt again and just wander around like a liberated flower child. It's quite incredible to think that within a few hours I had completely transformed my look, cheered myself up AND achieved a long term goal. Not bad for a days work, huh?

I find it amazing how a hair change can get you through an emotional crisis - whether it's chopping your hair off after a divorce, buying a beautiful wig after cancer treatment or giving yourself Rapunzel hair when your boyfriend goes overseas. Change can be daunting at times, but sometimes it's the surest way to change not just your look, but your outlook.

I got through the next few months happily distracting myself with my new hair until Joshua got back. Picking him up from the airport was quite nerve wracking. I was a little nervous about his reaction to my newly acquired long hair. Thankfully he wasn't freaked out by it, in fact he thought it was pretty flipping neat... I think I may even be curing him of his fear of long-haired girls!


How does your hair shape you?

12th July 2012


I had a major meltdown last week. Like, a HUGE one.

I was doing my hair and I spotted something sinister and fear-inducing... I found a grey hair!

The ramifications of this was incredible. It sent me into a total tail spin! For years I’ve been convincing myself that I am still only 19, not yet a grown up. The discovery of this nasty little colourless strand really freaked me out! It made my head go to all kinds of silly places... I started worry that I was being left on the shelf, that I hadn’t travelled as much as I wanted to, that I hadn’t done as much with my life as I always thought I would, that I was now old and all my windows of opportunity had closed (I didn’t over-react... much).

Amongst my ridiculous hysteria over the grey hair, it made me have a wee think about how much our hair really does shape who we are, our personalities and the way we think about ourselves...

Recently we started the process of taking my friend Claire from her signature shade of red to a pretty caramel blonde. There was much discussion about the change. We messaged each other a thousand times with a million different ideas about what we’d like the end result to be. And then once it was decided we did a marathon day of colour and created a really gorgeous caramel blonde for her. It was beautiful but just SO different from the reds and coppers we normally do on her. At first she loved it and then after a couple of weeks I checked to see how she was doing with the new 'do and she admitted that she just wasn’t feeling it... It just wasn’t “her”. She mentioned to me that she felt like she’d lost part of her personality with her hair colour. So, we began the mission back to red. The moment we washed off the colour she immediately felt like herself again.

I think hair is such an integral part of  who we are, whether you love your hair loud and out there, or chic and conservative - there’s just no point wearing a hairstyle if you can’t wear it with confidence. I know for sure that I am DEFINTELY going to be colouring my hair until I’m 96. There will be NO “embracing the grey”... Imagine how much I would freak out if I found more than one grey hair!!

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