• Getting the chop

    Confession: I haven’t cut my hair since the start of the year.

    Honestly, I like low maintenance styles; I want to be able to get up, brush my hair and go. No six-weekly trims for me, no colouring, no curling, the less fuss the better IMO.

    Did I mention that I’m completely unable to do anything with it? I can’t style my hair to save my life.

    I first got short hair early last year. It was a long bob, and I was absolutely petrified. a) because my mum has always had short hair, and I associate short hair with, uh, older people and b)well, I’d always had long hair and never knew any other way.

    But you know what? I loved it and now I’m a convert. I managed to put up with my growing locks all year, telling myself I’d get around to it when I was less busy, or when Rodney Wayne was advertising for hair models, but neither ever happened. I couldn’t take the split ends anymore, or the flat, manky strands that just hung around my face. And there’s only so long you can keep wearing a ponytail every day.

    I don’t have a regular hairdresser (my entire family used to go to this man in New Lynn, and then I managed to score a string of free haircuts from random trainee hairdressers, and most recently from a friend at hairdressing school. She’s graduated now, though and works at a swanky place by the beach). So I was pretty pleased to spot a sign for a salon called Ocean Blue on Elliott St advertising $25 cuts!

    I’m pleased to say that they were pretty good value for money. (They do charge extra for shampoo, though). They seem to cater to a lot of immigrants, as one of their sales points is the multiple languages the staff speak, and seeing as most of them are Asian, they understand my hair (woohoo!). And they don’t try to make small talk with you – never been a fan of having conversations while my hair is being lopped off. It’s traumatic enough being in the chair as it is.

    So I’m back to cropped hair – it’s not as good as my last cut, which had longer bits at the front to soften up my jaw, but it’ll do. Nothing worse than long heavy hair weighing you down in the heat!