Hair-story and a helping HAND

My hair and I have a true love/hate relationship. As Coco Chanel said, “When a woman cuts her hair, she changes her life” (or maybe it was her lover in the movie adaptation of her life that actually said that). Well whoever said it, it’s really stuck with me. Three years ago I had an odd time in my life (like 21 year olds generally do) so I lobbed off the remains of my then maintained bob, and jumped on the pixie cut bandwagon.

As you can see here, super short:


I eventually grew it out and, up until Friday, it was long with a full fringe. I regularly chopped my fringe and occasionally took care of the ends myself. This was mostly because I didn’t know of any amazing, trustworthy stylists in Cape Town. I am very picky with stylists even though I don’t have much of an emotional attachment to my locks. Before Friday, the last haircut I’d had was two years ago at a well-loved salon in Cavendish Square.

Far too many months ago I asked my dear friend, Callie of Domestically Inept, where she went in Cape Town because her hair always looks funky fresh. She told me that she went to the most wonderful salon just off Kloof street called HAND. I was keen but didn’t have a chance to go and a whole bunch of other lame excuses for not going to sort my hair out. It was mostly fear. She always went to a wonderful lady named Adrienne at HAND whom she loves very much.

Last Monday, I decided I’d go that Friday and give myself a treat after far too many nights pinterest-ing Ellie Goulding’s sweet do. It was time to get rid of my soccer mom vibe that I’d fallen into since being back at college full-time. Not me at all. I made my appointment with Michael and waited for Friday to come around.

When I arrived I was more than just impressed. A wonderfully bright studio, styled in the most cool and effortlessly chic way, sporting vegan nail polish and some sulfate free hair goodies. I was already in hair heaven! After having my hair washed and receiving the best head and neck massage I’ve yet to experience (I’m so sorry if I drooled a bit), Michael came to assess the dark lifeless strands upon my head. Long, one-length hair he said. I was a bit taken aback since I have always felt very little attachment towards cutting my hair. Had I become so *gasp* bland? Urgh!

Here’s my long, one-length hair:


I told Michael what I wanted, showed him a reference pic of Ellie Goulding, and said that I wanted about 4 inches off- no, a bit more than that. Now let me sing Michael’s praises here, the man is a hair wizard. I wasn’t sure if it would suit me; I thought it would take forever and that it could potentially be a bugger up. Not only did he read my mind, I somehow came out of there feeling more like myself again. Bye bye soccer mom. I’ve previously spent such a long time with cutting alone that my legs fell asleep. Michael, the Hair Wizard, had me sorted out so super fast that I’d only just begun to process my head being significantly lighter before I was ready to go.

So what I’m really getting at is: GO TO HAND! They are truly amazing. If you have any hair overprotective issues and are tired of your hair being cut badly, or if you’re just not entirely in love with it, go to HAND. You can follow them on their Facebook page here and check out their site here. And if you’re in the Tamboerskloof area, have a squizz at their Park Road location.

Here’s my Ellie Goulding-inspired Undercut:




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