Here’s me:
It is such a relief after nearly 8 months in a new place to finally find a hairstylist who gets you. Phew.
My awesomesauce stylist back in Vancouver used to use 3 colours in foils when colouring my hair, shades ranging from strawberry blonde through copper so it turned out really cool. It was nice to get to play a redhead for a bit, until the copper faded out because red is a crap hair colour for longevity.
Anyways, the two stylists I’d seen here before today were adverse to doing anything more than one colour in foils and then a toner all over, which would only result in 2 different colours in my hair as opposed to the 4 I was used to (including my natural colour). And they thought I should stick to more neutral shades so that I look all mature and can rock that Mom cut they just gave me (no offense, Mom).
Here’s the thing: I don’t go to a hairstylist to look professional. If I wanted to look professional I’d put my hair up in a bun, wear a suit and not swear so much. No, I go to a hairstylist to look cool. And I am not cool, so I get help.
I am proud to say these photos do not properly show how red my hair is.
So, yes, I found a stylist who understood what I wanted and gave me the cut and colour I was looking for, and then beefed up my hair by blow-drying and curling with a flat-iron (which iron-ically works) as opposed to making my hair stick-straight which is so lame. My hair’s been made so dull and lifeless by the dry air here, it hardly needs extra help in that department.
I’m pretty thrilled, as I’ve felt kind of dull and lifeless myself lately, but at least my hair isn’t.


