I had my hair appointment booked for this past Thursday.
Cut and colour at my hairdressers.
But then, second round lockdown happened.
Wednesday night 11:59pm.
Talk about timing.
And because I still frequent my hairdresser on the other end of town, well, travelling an hour to do my hair, didn’t really feel like an “essential” thing, seeing as I pass about 12 hairdressers when I drive just down the main road two minutes from home.
Still… it is SOOO essential. I was desperate, really I was.
I haven’t cut my hair since sometime Feb. It is so long and flowing, with probably a gazillion split ends, that makes brushing it absolute hell (just as well I wear it wavy and DON’T brush it).
And even though the last time I coloured it was in April during the first lockdown, when I did it myself, I did really really really need to get rid of those annoying ‘light-coloured’ hairs popping up around my forehead…
But in the scheme of things… I sucked it up. Like all of us are doing this year.
I bought a hair colour again from the supermarket. Same one, bittersweet chocolate, because that is so me this year.
And then after colouring it tonight, I thought I would go a STEP FURTHER…
And blow wave it.
Now doing this on regular basis is a feat in itself because my hair is always thick, usually long, but now it is just out of control. Iso has given me a chance to give the hairdryer a rest, and I honestly have not used it since early March.
Wavy hair all the way friends.
So after colouring tonight, that’s what I did… I blow dried my hair.
And even though I used that super creamy conditioner from the box that made it feel all silky, my hair had just been coloured… so then drying it with the hair dryer, made it go all frizzy, making me look like a –
I was refreshed, I looked new, I liked the colour, but my hair was all wiry and funny and just looking like it was crying out ‘SOS!’
I pinned my long fringe away from my face to try and create the appearance of smoothness… kinda 60s like, something like this:
But it wasn’t pretty like that you see, it felt more like THIS:
Yeah that’s better.
I’ve been a boof-head all night in my bittersweet brunette hair. But it’s actually okay.
You know how they say a change is as good as a holiday?
Well I’ve just been back in time to the hippie era, so I’m good thanks.