So remember how I was whining in the previous post about the dearth of amazing hairdressers in Australia?
Well , it seems the Universe read my blog, and decided to show me wrong ... and am I glad it did . Cue the Hallelujah Chorus .... (press play if you'd like ...)
Let me start this tale , with a bit of background and context regarding where I came from in my journey to find a new hair artiste extraordinaire ..
I am , it must be said , particularly fussy about my hair.
I don't know where the fussiness came from to be honest , because I certainly wasn't worried about it high school , and not too concerned about it in University. My hair was wild and curly and I grew it out and cut it short, and coloured it with wild abandon whenever the whim grabbed me.
And somewhere in my 20's , just shortly before I met my husband , I seemed to become a bit more concerned with trying not to do a bad Diana Ross impersonation every time I washed my hair.
I'm not sure exactly when , but suddenly , it mattered to me if my hair looked wild and unkempt, instead of wild and full of life in a good way.
And that was when my hunt for a good hairdresser began. I had a list of things that I liked done a specific way , and issues with my hair that I felt needed to be handled properly - chief among them:
My hair is thick. Very Thick. I know a lot of people say that, and I know a few people have thick hair, but let me clarify, with a brief tale : According to one very surprised young apprentice who was drying my hair one day , I appear to have about twice as many hair follicles per cm as a random average person. Not sure if that's entirely true , but it certainly feels like it when it takes a minimum of 30 minutes for the hairdresser to dry my hair before they start the process of straightening it out.
My hair is curly. Now , it's not curly like Annie, but it's curly enough to look like Diana Ross if I don't use a hair-dryer to dry it, and like someone shocked Diana Ross if I use the hair dryer incorrectly.
My hair frizzes , and has a tendency to hold onto moisture in a way that would make a nappy (diaper if you're american) company embarrassed about their absorbency rates ...seriously , I just have to watch the cold front coming down on the weather channel, and my hair is already frizzing in anticipation of the extra humidity.
After about 3 years of trying various hairdressers , I eventually settled on Daniel.
Daniel is not a hairdresser. He is an artist. He grew to know me, and my hair, to the point where I could walk into his salon and say "I want to cut it all off" and he would know that I was having a rough time at work , and what I was really saying was , "I want something different , that no-one else has, that will blow my husband's socks off when I get home" and he would style and colour my long glorious hair in such a way , that very often , people remarked that I must be seeing a stylist who did famous people's hair.
He talked me out of bad colour selections , he talked me into brave new styles - and I always walked out feeling like a superstar.
Until today , I had despaired of ever finding another Daniel.
I was on the verge of thinking I was being severely unfair in my assessment of the various ladies and one gent who have cut , washed , coloured and styled my hair in Australia over the last 2 years.
And then I met Sharon.
Sharon reminds me of Daniel. She is honest , warm , sensitive to the fact that I like my hair done a certain way, but truthful enough to tell me where she thinks I'm wrong.
And she says the things that Daniel would say.
Like my new fringe, I said I was thinking of a fringe, and she talked me into a light fringe, not too short , that could be pinned aside if I wanted , or left down if I didn't.
I went in there all ready to ask for a heavy set of bangs, just to see what she would say . They would have looked terrible , and would have made my face look horribly square with my glasses. And she said so - without hesitation .
In that moment - I relaxed into her chair , and told her if she moved then I would drive across to the other side of city to have her do my hair.
And I meant it.
Yay Australia ! I found me an AMAZING Hairdresser.
Well , it seems the Universe read my blog, and decided to show me wrong ... and am I glad it did . Cue the Hallelujah Chorus .... (press play if you'd like ...)
Let me start this tale , with a bit of background and context regarding where I came from in my journey to find a new hair artiste extraordinaire ..
I am , it must be said , particularly fussy about my hair.
I don't know where the fussiness came from to be honest , because I certainly wasn't worried about it high school , and not too concerned about it in University. My hair was wild and curly and I grew it out and cut it short, and coloured it with wild abandon whenever the whim grabbed me.
And somewhere in my 20's , just shortly before I met my husband , I seemed to become a bit more concerned with trying not to do a bad Diana Ross impersonation every time I washed my hair.
I'm not sure exactly when , but suddenly , it mattered to me if my hair looked wild and unkempt, instead of wild and full of life in a good way.
And that was when my hunt for a good hairdresser began. I had a list of things that I liked done a specific way , and issues with my hair that I felt needed to be handled properly - chief among them:
My hair is thick. Very Thick. I know a lot of people say that, and I know a few people have thick hair, but let me clarify, with a brief tale : According to one very surprised young apprentice who was drying my hair one day , I appear to have about twice as many hair follicles per cm as a random average person. Not sure if that's entirely true , but it certainly feels like it when it takes a minimum of 30 minutes for the hairdresser to dry my hair before they start the process of straightening it out.
My hair is curly. Now , it's not curly like Annie, but it's curly enough to look like Diana Ross if I don't use a hair-dryer to dry it, and like someone shocked Diana Ross if I use the hair dryer incorrectly.
My hair frizzes , and has a tendency to hold onto moisture in a way that would make a nappy (diaper if you're american) company embarrassed about their absorbency rates ...seriously , I just have to watch the cold front coming down on the weather channel, and my hair is already frizzing in anticipation of the extra humidity.
After about 3 years of trying various hairdressers , I eventually settled on Daniel.
Daniel is not a hairdresser. He is an artist. He grew to know me, and my hair, to the point where I could walk into his salon and say "I want to cut it all off" and he would know that I was having a rough time at work , and what I was really saying was , "I want something different , that no-one else has, that will blow my husband's socks off when I get home" and he would style and colour my long glorious hair in such a way , that very often , people remarked that I must be seeing a stylist who did famous people's hair.
He talked me out of bad colour selections , he talked me into brave new styles - and I always walked out feeling like a superstar.
Until today , I had despaired of ever finding another Daniel.
I was on the verge of thinking I was being severely unfair in my assessment of the various ladies and one gent who have cut , washed , coloured and styled my hair in Australia over the last 2 years.
And then I met Sharon.
Sharon reminds me of Daniel. She is honest , warm , sensitive to the fact that I like my hair done a certain way, but truthful enough to tell me where she thinks I'm wrong.
And she says the things that Daniel would say.
Like my new fringe, I said I was thinking of a fringe, and she talked me into a light fringe, not too short , that could be pinned aside if I wanted , or left down if I didn't.
I went in there all ready to ask for a heavy set of bangs, just to see what she would say . They would have looked terrible , and would have made my face look horribly square with my glasses. And she said so - without hesitation .
In that moment - I relaxed into her chair , and told her if she moved then I would drive across to the other side of city to have her do my hair.
And I meant it.
Yay Australia ! I found me an AMAZING Hairdresser.
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