

I recently got a haircut that made me question my grip on reality.
It wasn't a drastic change — just a fringe. But we all know a fringe usually doesn't say "I'm thriving".
Historically, I've been lucky with my hair. I could wake up, brush it and get on with my life. But now thanks to my moody little forehead curtain, I've entered a whole new era. One that involves heat tools, styling products and the realisation that hair can, in fact, be damaged.
So I've made a vow. I might have gotten a fringe, but I will not be taken out by a hot tool. I'm in my hair protection and maintenance era. And my saviour? Color Wow.