Once upon a time I wrote a post called ‘My life in bad haircuts’, but it stayed in drafts. Too trivial? Not funny enough? Too much about me? Anyway I remembered it today as I paid a very rare visit to an actual hairdressing salon, where I felt totally pampered especially as I got picked for a free hair treatment that included a massage chair and footrest while my hair was washed! Clearly much has changed since I was last there..
And my hair looks okay too. Also a big change from the life time of embarrassing hairstyles revealed by my collection of old photos – some shown on the right hand side below.
It all started well. As a young child everyone loved my thick shiny hair, swung in ponytails or bouncing in plaits. Then puberty happened, and suddenly I was too old for plaits and my hair had turned into this dry, coarse, bushy, uncontrollable mess as I morphed into an ugly version of Kate Bush almost overnight.
I bet the local hairdressers cursed whenever I booked an appointment, knowing they’d send me away looking worse than when I arrived. I scoured the Jackie magazine for tips: I remember pouring eggs and olive oil on my hair, but it just stuck to my head. And the excitement when I first spotted a blue plastic bottle labelled ‘hair conditioner’ in my local Boots. Sadly that didn’t make much difference either.
In my late teens and early twenties, I was far too busy to care, so I wore it short and dyed, which luckily for me was the fashion in the 1980s. It looked fine from the front, but the side view was not so good, due to my unfortunate possession of an egg-shaped head and a large nose.
As a student I was always looking for cut price haircuts, with pretty desperate results at times and there’s nowhere to hide when you get a really bad cut, except under a hat. Which is what I did after one really disastrous cut which left me with these blue and pink feathery bits hanging from my crop. I went straight into the nearest department store and bought a hat and then legged it to the student union hairdresser to get the dangly bits removed!
Then I tried growing my hair long. With layers. And that made me look like an unkept lion (see photo haha).
I got it cut short again after giving birth to eldest, but then I stupidly began flirting with middle-aged lady helmet styles. Not a good style for me either, due to the aforementioned head shape and nose..
I’d almost given up on ever being happy with my hair, when along came the GHD hair straightener. It was finally able to give me what I’d always wanted: shiny flat hair, and I swear it’s one of my most precious possessions.
As my stylist complimented me today, I realised how lucky I am to still have a full head of thick hair with very little grey and the tools to manage it too. Time has stood still for my mane, in the best possible way.
I’ve a big family day coming up soon, hence the visit to the hairdressers. Of course I may still look like an extra from the Walking Dead due to the ongoing crisis, but at least I will have good hair. Hopefully something like this..