I have a confession to make, I am not a natural blond… not that you thought I was!
When I was growing up, it was very much in fashion and very appropriate for a girl to have long hair neatly pulled back into a ponytail. So, when I was six, my mom let my hair grow long, tied it in a ponytail, decorated it with a big white bow, and sent me to school. From then on, she thought that this was the look that fit me the most and that was that. Eventually, I got rid of the bow, but kept the rest, and long dark hair pulled back became my fixture…
…until one day about a year ago I went to Patrick and said: “I think this time I am ready for a change.”
You can probably guess that Patrick is my hairstylist. We met when I walked into a hair salon sixteen years ago and every month or two I would go to him saying that I wanted to change my hairstyle, but by the time he would settle me in the chair, I would get cold feet and ask him for my usual highlights. He knew I’d get cold feet all along.
Changing hairstyles can be a terrifying experience!
Don’t think that I am talking silly. Hair is much more than just a body part that protects our scalps from the sun. Hair is a personality and a life style. Hair tells others if we are artists or accountants, if we are flamboyant or shy, if we are tired and moody, or if we are happy and full of energy. And I came to the conclusion that sometimes, change of hairstyle is a reflection of deep feelings inside our soul.
So when I told Patrick that I was ready for a change, he looked at me trying to read my mind. But this time, to my surprise, he did not ignore my statement and go to mix my highlight formula. This time, he said: “Well, you look like you are ready. Lets chop them off.”
Patrick’s duties don’t include just cutting, coloring and styling my hair. He is, kind of, my… psychic, therapist, an advisor. He knows everything about me… and everyone who sits in his magic chair. He can tell what I think, how I process life’s information. He always finds the right stories to tell and relates to whatever I’m going through at that point of my life. And then, he finds a way to keep me calm or just be there to share my moods with me… and all the while he is putting color mix on my roots. My! That must be exhausting… But Patrick is a natural!
So why did I desire a dramatic change for so many years? Have I been going through some kind of crisis? Not that I remember… I live life just like everyone, with its perks and challenges. So maybe life routine just got me to the point that I could not continue it any more. Maybe I was just desperate to find another self in me… Maybe I thought that grass is greener on the other side? No dramatic changes were happening a year ago, and maybe that was it! Sometimes we find our way of life, then we get used to the routine, and then we get stuck and feel desperate to get out. Whatever it was, I guess I had been craving a change and, as terrifying as changing a hairstyle is, this was the only thing I could change… and I finally dared to!
I am so happy I had Patrick handling it by being there for me, guiding me through finding myself and coloring my hair blond. I told you that hair is not just a part of our body, but it’s a reflection of our soul!
When I left the salon, I felt fun and flirty. I felt that this was a perfect day I should go home, dress up, grab Varuzh, and go out somewhere fancy. But it was weekday and he was at work, and I was supposed to be hanging out with Alex. And, before going home, I had to run to the market and get some groceries because our fridge was empty. Maybe, if I sleep on my back the entire night, I won’t mess up my new hairstyle and be able to preserve it till Saturday night…
Despite the fact that I did not go out that night, though, I still declare that blonds do have more fun. After I got back home, I stopped in front of the mirror and put lip gloss on. Believe me, I would never do that as a brunette.
With love always,
xo Zuma A.