Category Archives: Curly hair

Introducing….the lion tamer

I have curly hair.
But not glorious, lush curls – more of an uncontrollable mane.  Fine, disobedient spirals that can never be brushed.  In fact, my hair devours and dismantles a brush.  And even worse, my temperamental locks take forever to grow.  If the haircut is horrid – unfortunately I’m stuck with it.

And I’ve had so many bad haircuts that admittedly I leave it for months before having to reluctantly try another hairdresser.  Typically the result is the same – an empty wallet and hair fit for a hat.So this time I did my research* – and found Elaine at Alan Edwards Salon in the Merchant City.

Elaine – Zen hair warrior

Elaine has curly hair.  And  so I am hopeful.   Still, I arrive at the salon nervous.   It’s bright, boisterous with colourful bottles of product everywhere – a typical salon.  And then I speak to Elaine.  And it’s different.

Elaine is not typical.

She doesn’t spend the first 15 minutes asking me if I’ve ever straightened my hair or insisting that she force it into submission.  Instead she asks me questions about my hair, detailed questions.   She assesses and identifies things about my hair.  She banishes the photos that I’ve brought with me of women with hair that is curly – but nothing like mine.

And after we discuss my hair at length,  it’s washed and I’m fed a stream of crucial information about what’s being put in my hair and why.  And then Elaine gets into the zone.  Initially she moves my hair this way and that with Zen like communication between her and each follicle.  I don’t interrupt.

And then the magic truly begins – she cuts my hair twice – once wet, once dry –  because as she logically points out – hair is so different when wet and dry.  It makes perfect sense, even though I’ve never experienced this before.

Welcome to the 21st century

She cuts it,  she twists spirals through it, adds magical product and coaxes it all into profection with a diffuser.  And my hair looks amazing.  And then she cuts some more – including that annoying straight bit at the back.  And it looks even more amazing.

curly hairMy hair is transformed – suddently it’s thick, defined and my face had changed shape.  I have cheekbones again.  I am youthful.  According to my eldest son – I am “more 21st century”.

Goodbye 80’s throwback horror haircuts.  Goodbye fear.  Goodbye hats.  I have found my hairdresser, I am woman hear me roar (without the unruly mane of course).

– B

*Thanks to all of your who shared your experiences, sympathy and suggestions. Hopefully this sets you on the road to wonderful curls too!

One strand at a time

Is it possible for a curly head get a decent cut in Glasgow? Or is a hat the only answer?

I live in fear. 

But not of double-dip recession, Euro bailout, sub-zero winters or any other turmoil that life throws up.

back of girl with hat on head

Destined to be a hat head?

But nonetheless, I live in fear….a very real, terrifying, troubling fear. 

A fear of the guy with the scissors – and his name ain’t Edward.  I’m terrified of going to the hairdresser.  

It started over two years ago. Actually that’s a lie.  It started about 32 years ago.  I was 4 years old and ended up with some sort of frizzy bowl-shaped atrocity on my head. 

Over the years, this fear has only intensified, and justifiably so.

I have curly hair….

I have curly hair – but I don’t think that should mean that a hairdresser sculpts my head into some sort of bonsai tree – pointed at the top and jutting out in a electrified triangle at the bottom.  And then charges me 90 quid for the humiliation. 

Remember that sentimental Baz Luhrmann song Sun Screen that doled out useful advice about living well.  Remember when he counselled – don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.

My hair looks 90

I’m 36 – 4 years away from 40.  But my hair looks 90.  I have messed too much  – except for actually going to the hairdresser in the last 2 years.  Self inflicted damage, I suppose.

2012 time to face my fears

However, in 2012 I plan to face my fears – because I can’t bare the thought of actually being 40 and having 90-year-old-hair.

So what do you think?

And while we are normally making recommendations – in this case I’m calling out into the virtual ether and asking for your top tips.  Admittedly I have my eye on a few places – mostly based on pictures on websites of women with hair nothing like mine. 

Yes, I know this is dangerous.