Haircut, it's the Parisian way!
To me, my hair has always been burdensome. Between the ages of two and nine, I maintained a mushroom haircut. I would be taken to the barbershop by my aunts and uncles on a rotating basis every 2-3 weeks for a trim. My hair length never passed my eyebrows line. I never minded the cut but did sometimes wish that my hair looked like I wanted it to instead of my look being a set decision and routine.
As I got older, my hair grew and grew. I had fine and curly locks naturally and have always loved that. All through grade school I was a bit of a tomboy so my daily hairstyle would be a top knot, a ponytail or a braid. In high school, I embraced my curls wetting my hair every other morning and applying tons of gel to enhance and hold my curls in place. I lived with my step mom at the time who had black cherry hair and would dye it once a month. That inspired me to color my hair for the first time.
I went red as a sophomore in high school and maintained that through my junior year in college, dying my hair once every month. Yes, that is quite a long time and that's when serious damage set in. Since going red, I've gone jet black, brown, red again, medium brown and now have this natural ombre.
My hair is still a burden and some days I want short hair, other days I want to commit to having long hair and everyday I wish I still had my tight cute curls or my virgin hair.
While in Paris this week, I had one of those days where I just wanted to rewind time and be taught to care for my hair. I decided to pop into Franck Provost which was across the street from our Airbnb and get a makeover. Maybe a reddish/orangy color, or a super short cut or layers. They worked only by appointment so I had to wait a bit and that's when I came to my senses and decided to do a slight "lob" a long bob to keep things simple and not regret it.
The folks at this salon were nothing short of amazing. They were friendly, worked with my intermediate French, gave me coffee and attention. For now, my hair is what it is what it is what it is.