Just over a month ago, I moved interstate.
It meant farewelling friends, work, family, and most importantly, my hairdresser. Deb from Papillon Hair was my bestie, my confidente, and an absolute maestro with my locks. She got me. She got my cowlick. She just GOT IT.
Anyway, a new town called for a new hairdresser. I took the plunge and booked in with a local hairdresser for a cut and colour, and whilst they are an awesome salon, I wasn’t happy. My colour felt brassy, the cut was all wrong, and I just knew within a week that it wasn’t working.