hairdressers

I have been in need of a haircut for a long while now. Even long hair should, apparently be trimmed occasionally in order it not to look like a dead haystack.

Yesterday I was walking to the pool when I passed bio-hairdressers. The place claims to use only natural, organic, plant based products, which are not only goo for you but also good to the environment. Don’t take me wrong – I am not an urban hippy, I don’t necessarily always buy organic products and I don’t order carrot juice in a restaurant (even if I should because that could be good for me) and I have re-started eating meat. But still, I thought the concept was interesting so I would give it a go.

They had an empty spot in 15minutes, or the next day. I decided to postpone the trip to the pool. After the cut I was very happy. He had maybe been a tiny bit too greedy with this scissors but he had made my hair look healthy and nice so I had no reason to complain.

Then the colour. I said I would like to stay blonde. He made a mixture of herbs and what have we, turned my head into a pile of mud and placed me under a heating cap-thing. A long while later I was freed from the comfortable warmth, my hair was washed and I was given a head massage. Lovely.

I sat in front of the window. I was a brunette. I could not believe it. I was no longer a blonde, I was a brunette. It looked ok, rather nice even but it was not what I wanted. I was speechless. The guys were very pleased with the result – it was so natural. Indeed.

I left the place, smelling earthy and still – brunette. Puzzled I continued to the pool. On the way back I still was not used to my new mirror image. I liked the look I had. I was comfortable in it. I didn’t want to turn into a brunette even if I have been one before.

At home I searched through my beauty potion reserves and found a chemical blond hair dye. On. To be time conscious I decided to tint my eyebrows and do a facial mask at the same time. With green face and colourful paste covering the rest of my head I sat there, hoping to turn back to that me I was when I woke up that morning.

Luckily the mud-dye was not too strong and washed away rather easily. And I guess thanks to the plant extracts in my hair the blond turned out to be more even that before, by far more natural and more healthy looking.