The Trouble With Hair



I have recently been getting a lot of positive feedback about my hair, which, while lovely, has lead me to reflect on why this might be. I am actually quite bad with my hair. Sheree, our lovely contributor who is also my hairdresser, can attest.

But first some context. You have probably noticed from the many photos getting around of me that I love clothes. I love clothes so much that I regularly spend all my spare money (and even money I don’t have) on all the pretty things that call out to me, wooing me with their siren call. Unfortunately, after dealing with all my bills, layby and credit card payments each week, I don’t really have money left over for anything else, including getting my hair done.

Enter the vicious cycle of my hair salon and I. The habits I have developed of dying my hair from a packet at home, resorting to the occasional self or mother administered fringe cut, only washing my hair every second day (because you are meant to do that right?) and only going to the hairdresser once a year aren’t quite cutting it anymore.

Each time I do manage to drag myself in to Kundalini, I am reminded of how lovely it is to actually go to a hair salon. I get my pre-service massage, my hair is washed, coloured and cut, and I get to drink delicious herbal tea. Basically I have an all round fab time and go home feeling great.

But what also happens is that Sheree tells me that I really do need to come more regularly and that I should actually use the products she has recommended to protect and style my hair. I dutifully promise to be better and to do everything she says and to come back and let her cut my fringe properly instead of doing it myself out of desperation.

But with one thing or another, mostly lack of time and funds, I just don’t go back and we go through the whole cycle again six months later.

And so if my hair has been looking better, I can only attribute it to Sheree and Halle, who recently worked their magic with it, and my small efforts to wash it more often and use my heat protecting spray. I am trying to improve my relationship with my hair and who knows, perhaps you will see me back at the salon sooner rather than later.

Emma Batchelor

Emma Batchelor

As well as a near obsessive interest in fashion, Emma is a former scientist, occasional contemporary dancer, avid reader and self-confessed cat lady (she has three). Emma lived in Leiden in the Netherlands as a baby and Leiden ought to have been her middle name had her mother thought of it at the time and not chosen Louise instead.

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