A few weekends ago I was feeling pumped and excited as I walked into my hairdressers armed with a whole album of Pinterest inspiration. I had been a client at this salon for over a year and had been happy with my previous hairdresser who had recently left. I was booked in with the salon director so I was confident all would be well.
To illustrate what I was going for – here is a sample of what I showed the hairdresser before I hopped in the hotseat:
A sweet and stylish little ‘lob’ with bangs and some genteel and subtle bronde lowlights. I relaxed into the seat and whiled away cups of tea, biscotti and ample access to trashy magazines.
Two hours later, as the hairdresser tousled my new ‘do and showed me the back, I felt confused and was clearly squirming in the seat. I felt hot and sweaty and I just wanted to get outside to reassess. Her authority as salon owner and the fact she seemed pleased and was using phrases like ‘sunkissed’ confused me. I gulped as I handed over my credit card and quickly made my way home, where my husband, who never usually notices my hair, said “umm is it supposed to be stripey?”
To illustrate the end result, here is a photo of what one friend termed my ‘ginger spice’ hair.
*The author would like to note that the salon pictured above, New Black Industries, is where her colour was fixed. “They’re excellent.”
My husband’s comment was enough to reduce me to tears. I texted a stylish friend with photos and she confirmed my worst fears: I knew that whatever filter I put on Instagram, it was hideous and needed immediate rectification.
In all my 36 years I have only ever gone back to a hairdresser once due to a lopsided cut. At the time I rang up the salon, explained the issue and was invited me back the next day. After a quick examination and apology, they fixed it up and I continued to frequent the hairdresser in question for many years.
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After colouring my hair for the first time at 40 (after losing my previously natural, long blonde hair as a result of years of chemo), I've been devastated so many times by ultra-expensive, but terrible colour jobs at various respected hairdressers that I simply stopped just over 5 years ago and grew out my greying roots, so it is now a completely natural salt and pepper mix.
I can live with the grey but now, at 57, I'm at the point where I need a lift and a new do for my long - and somewhere between limp and frizzy - mess, but have become terrified of hairdressers. They usually don't even cut hair properly - but focus on stretching it into place with blow drying and straightening. Looks fine when I leave the salon, but as soon as I wash it, it's a mess again.
Where in Sydney can I find a hairdresser who cuts hair according to one's hair type and how it moves on the head? I want hair that works naturally - without having to constantly blow dry or iron it into place - something that suits my face and hair type.
those stripes look like something out of the 90's. terrible! poor thing!