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✂️ShopaholicBlogs : Hair Stories ✂️

💇🏻‍♀️I have always had long hair for as long as I can remember and as such I have become very protective of my locks 💝.

💇🏻‍♀️From the time when I was a toddler and till my late teens my mom was in charge of my hair’s care and maintenance : from pinning me down with one leg and piling on coconut🥥olive and safflower oils, to tying it in the tightest of braids. Even haircuts consisted of me standing on a pile of old 🗞newspapers and my mom trimming a few centimeters at the bottom with a pair of kitchen scissors ✂️. Salons and hairdressers according to my mom and Nani(her mom) were the wicked conspirators who would chop✂️ off all my hair to sell in the black market and send me home looking like a ganji kabootri (bald pigeon🐦) God only knows where Desi moms and grandma’s come up with such analogies and stories 😓.

💇🏻‍♀️If all that wasn’t extreme enough mom would also carefully wash and condition and detangle my hair announcing beforehand that I was too phoohar (both inept & incapable) that I would never be able to wash the oil out 😓. And also that I would use up all the water in the tank in the process😳.

💇🏻‍♀️Eventually I took over the washing and conditioning part once I turned 13 stressing that I needed privacy despite her protests of (mujh se kya chupa rahi ho maine tumhe 10 saal tak nilhaya hai💧) = I’ve bathed you till you were 10 there is nothing there I haven’t seen already 😳.

💇🏻‍♀️The only time after that I remember my mom washing my hair when I was older was when I was 14.

💇🏻‍♀️Ok so backstory : I was at school and for some reason had my head stuck out our classroom window to look at god knows what down below, when the glass pane from the window one floor above me fell out and smashed on my head 😱. And when I say smashed I mean smashed like into teeny tiny smithereens. So there I was with these hundreds of micro shards of glass in my hair feeling like a character from the Tiny Toons cartoon after they have been hit on the head with an anvil 😳. Anyways this was Karachi in the 90’s so the class teacher simply told me I was perfectly fine, not to make a fuss and since I wasn’t visibly bleeding that I should go home (the last class of the day had ended during this fiasco).

💇🏻‍♀️Once home I told my mom about the incident, where after the initial aye haye (oh no!) tujhe kya zarroorat thee khirki se poora sar bahar niklane ki? Kahin kaanch ne baal tu nahi kaat diye??( what possessed you to stick your whole head out the window? Don’t tell me the glass damaged the hair!!😒

I was then promptly marched over to the bathroom and since I refused to take off my clothes in front of her I had to sit in my uniform in the bathtub 🛁while she meticulously removed every piece of glass from hair and washed it. 💞

💇🏻‍♀️Given my mom’s obsession with long hair. It’s no wonder then that even as an adult I was very attached to my hair and when I finally ventured on my own for a haircut. I was the very epitome of the pain in the ass, badgering, edgy customer who would constantly remind the hair dresser to cut as little as possible of her precious hair and then demand proof that she had not tricked me and hacked off all my hair 🤨 (Mujhe dekhain kitna kaat rahi hain) = show me how much you are cutting off 😜

💇🏻‍♀️I remember the first time I had bangs cut 😳the sight of the hair dresser cleanly slicing off a a foot long, thick lock of hair had me clutching the arms of the salon chair so firmly my knuckles had turned white causing the lady to stop in alarm and checking to see if I was having some of seizure 😖🙃. I remember regretting getting my hair cut the moment I got back home and ordering all sorts of hair vitamins off of amazon and measuring my hair diligently every week.

💇🏻‍♀️Back to the present I have managed to get over my hair related nerves finally 😋 and I actually look forward to getting my hair styled and colored every now and then a little differently each time. Pictures below 😬⬇️💇🏻‍♀️Luckily I have always done my research and I have always found myself in good hands so no major hair disaster stories. Except for the time when I got my hair highlighted in Karachi and I ended up with a giant white blonde streak reminiscent of a Skunk’s tail smack in the center of my head 😱. But a tantrum in the salon and a little toner helped fix that problem so whew😬

💇🏻‍♀️I honesty feel a haircut and color is the easiest and quickest way to freshen up your look and feel good about the way you look. So here is my very current hair cut and yes it looked so good I had to indulge in a little selfie while I was still the car 😜

Tell me your hair stories good or bad I would love to hear them 😘

✂️Shopaholic Gets a Haircut✂️

✨I’m someone who has always been very attached to her hair. For as long as I can remember my hair has been down my back to my hips. My mom would cut my hair at home, spreading newspapers down and cutting it straight across never more than an inch. 

✨She was the one who oiled it regularly, braided it and never allowed me to open my hair except for special occasions.

✨It’s no wonder the first time I went to the hairdresser myself I was almost in tears when I saw my hair piling on the floor as the hairdresser snipped away with vigor despite my repeated just admonishing of “no more than an inch please”.

✨Even today, dozens of haircuts later, when I hear the rrrr of the scissors as they weave in and out of my hair I can feel panick setting in. 

✨However over the years it has become harder and harder to maintain the length of my hair. Since I am an avid fan of highlights I find my hair texture has changed dramatically. It is prone to being dry and frizzy particularly at the ends and no matter how much I condition or treat it eventually I find myself cutting it to maintain the health of my hair.

✨Today was one of those days when fed up with the dried, frizzy mess I decided to head on to the hairdresser. 

✨My go to hairstyle for the last few years had been side bangs with long layers. I am totally low maintaince when it comes to my hair I don’t even own a hairdryer. Which I is why I opt for this particular style, it’s no fuss and looks good straight out of the shower.

✨That being said bangs if cut incorrectly can end up being a disaster and layers done wrong can look like someone just took a hack saw to your hair and went on a chopping spree 😱

✨Since this was a new hairdresser I was more nervous than usual. As always I showed her the picture on my phone (pictures are always more effective than trying to exhaust your vocabulary😓).

✨Plus ever since I moved to the UAE I have had horrible luck with hairdressers apparently side bangs are a foreign concept to them 🙄.

✨45 mins⏱ and a whole lot of hair on the floor later she handed me a mirror and asked me to turn around to take a look at the final result. ✨While it was a whole lot shorter than I had anticipated, she got the bangs somewhat close to what I had asked for. 

✨What do you guys think of this look? Let me know in the comments 😘 plus what is your go to hairstyle? 

When Rapunzel went to the hairdresser

image.jpegAlthough I love long hair as much as rapunzel , I have to say when you are an old fossil like me it tends to tack on a few hundred years to your already ancient facade…with that in mind I decided it was time to chop off a hundred yards Based on a friends recommendation on the spur of the moment I called up the salon expecting to be told they had no opening till the next century but was pleasantly surprised that they could accommodate me in the next few hours. A color and cut will only take an hour or so I was informed politely. I looked dubiously at my mane that for the moment was in its customary “i don’t know how the hell to style this Amazonian bush ” bun .
Once I was seated in front of the mirror clutching my valet ticket nervously after being assured by the receptionist they would validate it and save me the 50 or so in parking fees, I found myself attempting to explain the look I was after to the stylist a ethinic guy with a cautious look on his face.
Anything like these I ventured showing him a half a dozen pics of flowing locks being sported by airbrushed to perfection models on my phone.
Aah I understand … Came the customary reply .. I have heard a gazillion times before any hair cutting disaster. With the exception of my one dear stylist who I had to bid adieu back in California I have generally had very rotten luck almost everywhere when it comes to my hair. I cannot recount the no of times I have bounced from Salon to salon to be asked where I got my hair done since it was a total botch up and needed to be redone from the scratch
So how long will it take I asked as he started to free my hair from its messy bun , “about an hour”.. Aiiiyee! This is lot of hair! The stylist exclaimed as the Amazonian bush finally free from its captivity proceeded to drape over the chair. “4 hours!” He said firmly and beckoned over an assistant , apparently the hideously never ending task at hand required reinforcements.
To cut a long story short at the end of 3.5 hours when both my feet and my butt had given up and fallen asleep and the stylist whose name I had finally thought of asking made the dreaded comment…”who cut your hair? It’s done all wrong!” And proceeded to snip away using a pair of viciously sharp scissors and a multi tooth blade with which he sliced and hacked away at my hair with fervor.
When I finally dared to open my eyes the stylist Sergio was done blow drying my hair and was attempting to put in barrel curls apparently under the impression that I was off to a swanky event and needed to be primed to the nines. I didn’t have the heart to tell him after 4 hours that the only date these curls were having after a round of pick and drop from school was with a defrosted chicken and a packet of Shan biryani masala. ☹
So I let him plough on ,” where you from ?” Sergio interrupted my sad contemplation of my impending fate. Apparently he figured after wrestling with several pounds of unruly hair for four hours he had the right to get to know the owner of this mane of torture. “California” I proffered ,
“But You look like a Latina!”  He exclaimed! I assumed he was reffering to the after the hair, color and blow dry me. The me who came into the salon 4 hours earlier could have been mistaken for none other than a worn out, unpaid, unappreciated maid which lets face it is what I am most of the time Either that or he was reeling from a mixture of exhaustion and inhaling the fumes from the hair color.
I took the comment in stride and attempted to stand on my waking from sleep in pins and needles legs . After exclaiming over the finished product and tipping my new bff generously I wobbled over to the reception where I was presented by a whopper of a bill which I paid flinching ever so slightly . To be honest I’m used to being charged outrageously given the amount of hair I present to the hair dresser ….oh well atleast I got free parking I guess this expensive cloud did have a silver lining after all 😇