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My hair journey. Seriously.

So in this post I’m going to share with you my hair journey and my latest hair tragedy. Because, honestly: is there anything more important than beautiful hair? I don’t think so.

I have to admit that I’m really obsessed with hair. I have a thing for smooth, caramel coloured manes. I know people that go crazy for pointy brows, shiny mani pedis or flawless skin. But hair is my jam. It might be because my hair has a history of looking like a mop, being curly when I wanted it straight, and straight when I wanted it curly. Humidity is to my hair what the sinister creatures inside the paralell world are to Eleven. It scares me like hell, but it also makes me fight back. And what do I use to fight back? Everything! No weapon is enough!  I will win this war! (Insert hair flip, obviously)

It all started thousands of years ago, when I was a teenager and the world worked without Internet. Just as inexplicably, my hair somehow worked without straighteners. However, I used to look like a mushroom most of the time, but… you know, the 90’s were difficult and humanity in general (except Cindy Crawford) looked quite poorly.  But time passed by and I met a wonderful hairdresser that did my hair beautifully. She was so very modern, she had been in Japan a few times and she even got married in Las Vegas. The definition of cool. During those years I reluctantly tried the most subtle highlights to cover my first grey hairs, went from cute short hair à la Amélie to a beautiful cut in gorgeous layers and lived happily working with what I got: slightly frizzy hair but still manageable. Then the real struggle began. When I moved to the perennial mix betweeen freezer and washing maschine that is Germany my hair basically went on strike. The poor thing was depressed because we had to leave our wonderful hairdresser in Madrid, my Vitamin D levels plummeted and all the worries made it almost completely grey. Drama.

I suffered from a severe case of Idon’tfindtherighthairdresserohGodhelpme. Then I went from fried blonde to shitty brunette, without forgetting a terrible carrot orange phase. Every time I went back to Spain I used to have this Keratin treatment done that was amazing… until it turned out hazardous for the hairdresser that applied it and just like that, my hair was sad and messy again. Hopeless.

Bear in mind that during all this time my hair was Pocahontas long because a couple of hairdressers in Germany told me that my face was so, so fat that shorter hair will never suit me. Happy times. But one day, I saw the light at the end of the tunnel, I mean, hair salon. A really petite woman  was substituting my always angry hairdresser. She was very nice to me, she talked a lot (something quite strange in Germany compared to the usual chatterbox that a hairdresser in Spain is, something I love and miss terribly) and she suggested highlights, a nice shade of bronde and face contouring. Was I dreaming? Was this a Huda Beauty surprise Instagram video? I shily asked if I could try shorter hair…. and I left the salon with the most adorable bob!

She also recommended me Olaplex. And this is when my hair journey gets interesting, fun and smooth as silk. Oh, Olaplex. You beauty. This treatment has made my hair look less like a mop and more like a smooth, golden curtain. If you have damaged hair, frizzy hair or just coloured hair and you care about the health of your mane you have to try this treatment. It will make your life better, because nice hair makes everything better. Just like red lips or chocolate.

And talking about health… Vitamin D, guys. There’s nothing like Vitamin D to go from Cindy Lauper ‘s Girls just wanna have fun and no split ends to Julia Roberts’ Pretty Woman without a wig. I started taking my Vitamin D and even my amazing hairdresser noticed the change. Because even though two liters of water and 8 hours of sleep do wonders for it girls, I need medical help.

Last but not least: Moroccan Oil. I started applying a little bit to the midsection and specially the ends of my towel dry hair. Then I style it and then it swishes everythime I turn around to fall in slow motion afterwards. I feel like a Pantene girl. I can’t recommed this great oil enough. It was very famous a few years ago, but now nobody talks about it. I don’t know why because it’s amazing.

So now that my hair journey has turned from backpacking in Europe to vacations in the Maldives mode… My hairdresser gets pregnant. And she will be a whole year in medical leave. I got her flowers and all, but… a whole year without her???? Tragedy. So here I am, looking at my (at least for now) gorgeous mane (if I may say so myself) and wondering what will happen. Will I look like a mushroom again? After all, 90’s trends are back, aren’t they? Will my hair turn orange, purple or even blue? And before you ask, leaving my grey hairs au naturel is not an option. Even my hairdresser has told me not to do so: Apparently it looks fantastic in those young girls that want to look edgy, but if your hair is naturally grey, you are over 35 and your bone structure is average(ly chubby), chances are you will look like Mrs. Doubtfire.

I still have my lightsabers: my straighteners and my curling wand. I have stocked up on Moroccan Oil, I have Vitamin D prescriptions to last until June and I know where to find Olaplex. I think I’m prepared. But boy will I miss my hairdresser this next year. I have my last appointment with her in a couple of weeks. From that moment on, it will be a bumpy ride again. But I have experience now. I might not be able to let my grey hairs show, but the wisdom is within me! No more frizz! No more tyrant hairdressers that make me go Pocahontas again! The journey continues but this time, I’ll be driving!

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11 Comments

  1. Oh God, I totally understand you! What’s worse than terrible hair??? My hair is not curly yet it’s not straight, and it gets all messy and mop-like when it’ damp or rainy. So last summer I had this great idea and went to my hairdresser saying: why don’t I get a perm? And what’s even worse he said yes. And when I walked out of the salon I had the most terrible 80’s style perm. My hair was so burnt and damaged that – after changing hairdresser – I had to undergo several Keratin treatments. Now, after nine months, the situation is kind of back to normal…
    So I really understand your worries 😱

    • A perm??? You are brave! The things we do… Now, lots of hair masks and do give Moroccan Oil a try! Kerastase shampoos are great to help your hair recovering. When I turned fried blonde by “accident” the Kerastase Nutritive line helped a lot! Oh, and of course, as I mentioned in the post, Olaplex is the Holy Grail!
      By the way, your trip to Amsterdam is near!!! Are you excited? We will be travelling to Italy at the end of the month! We are super excited! Any tips on Lake Como? Thanks in advance!

      • Well, you say brave, I say I was a fool 😉 I think there’s a local chemist in my town that sells Moroccan oil so I’ll give it a try.
        I’ve been to Lake Como ages ago even if it’s just about 4 hours from where I live so I don’t have suggestions for you. But you should check this blog post written by a fellow blogger: http://www.blueberrystories.com/en/foodie/foliage-in-italy-on-lake-como/ Ilenia is Italian but writes most of her articles in English and she has some good tips on the area. Hope this helps!
        I’ll go to Amsterdam at the end of April: I am super excited!

  2. I’ve always hated going to the hairdresser but it was just because I’d never found my hairdresser. Now that I’ve met her things are very different!
    By the way, I’m going to look for Olaplex right now

    • Finding a good hairdresser is like finding a new best friend! I hope you like Olaplex as much as I do. It has changed my life… I hope it doesn’t become hazardous like my beloved keratin treatment :/ Just in case, I try to make the most of it!! Every four months I have this treatment done and it’s worth every cent. However, I didn’t mentioned this in the post, it’s quite affordable, not as expensive as the average Keratin treatment!

  3. Lee Ann says

    Ah, the problems of aging hair and hairdressers! After 10-12 years of loving, totally LOVING, the most amazing stylist (colorist and stylist in one!), I found myself suddenly stranded when she took an immediate and permanent leave because of a health issue. I felt like a deer in the headlights of a car. I had never once “cheated'” on her in all those years, so I had no idea where to turn for a “fix.” And … it was one month before I needed to be in family wedding photos! Luckily I found a replacement who began to “get” me and my hair, and we “dated” for six months … until her husband’s job transferred them to Hawaii. Good for her, but not for me! I started over again, and I’m just hoping my new BFF doesn’t: a) change jobs; b) get pregnant; or c) do something to get arrested. (I guess I could always visit her in prison, but I don’t think I could take scissors to the visiting room…)
    But the other problem … aging hair. I couldn’t figure out what was happening to my hair about five years ago, until my dear (now retired) hairdresser explained. I knew I was turning grey, but the texture of my fine hair was now awful! She explained that grey hair has no pigment, and my hair would now no longer hold the shampoo, conditioner, etc., like it used to do. (or some similar technical explanation.)
    Oh, wonderful … Not only has my hair turned grey, but with the texture change, I might as well have someone else’s hair. I no longer know how to take care of this other person’s hair.
    It’s enough to make one turn to wine and chocolate!

    • Hahahaha! It’s true, sometimes going to another hairdresser feels like cheating! And when you end your “relationship” with your hairdresser it feels like you will never find “love” again and you will be alone (that means, terrible hair) forever… However, and as per usual, chocolate always helps!

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