‘Hair’ I Am…
Welcome to Aly-tude…my own personal Sex and the City. Except, well, I don’t own any $400 shoes. (Yet). And don’t tend to have one-night-stands with men I met at martini bars while sipping cosmos. Though, I do indeed appreciate a good martini. And a good man.
However, such is not what is on my mind at the moment.
Today’s welcome topic though is one of Nirvana.
(Not the band.)
For years, I’ve been a little bit of a hair-care aficionado. I had my first hair straightening when I was in grade school. My mom brought home this pink box of something called “Curl Free”, which smelled terrible and resulted in red, bleeding scars on my scalp.
It made my hair straight though, something I wanted so terribly. I had been cursed with super curly unmanageable hair, and endless toils with rollers and hair-dryers and various lotions and potions had me at my wit’s end. (Yes, in grade school. I wasn’t always as neatly tethered as I am now.)
Of course, those home treatments don’t KEEP your hair straight. Nothing does. You wash it, and the curl may have loosened, but it’s still there. And it grows out. Same is true with just about everything I ever tried, until the Japanese straightening, which I loved with a passion. Because, that does work. Long-term. Silky straight hair, even in rain and humidity.
Except I overdid it. And over-processed it. And my hair started breaking off.
For months now, I’ve been going for semi-regular blow outs and flat-ironings (more regular than I admit to anyone…), and still cried about my breaking and damaged hair.
Today, as part of an assignment for julib.com, I had the enviable assignment of going to Frederic Fekkai SOHO, a new outpost of one of the most famous salons in New York (perhaps America), to ‘try them out’ for review. (In writer speak, that means go there and get stuff for free.) I met with Nicole, one of the most amazing stylists I’ve come across in a very long time, and we had a heart to heart about my needs, plans, and goals for my hair. She really listened, gave me some great advice (even stuff I was only grudgingly accepting of), and within an hour had given my sad locks some much-needed depth and care. And conditioning. Even follicles need TLC.
The salon was, in general, a nurturing experience. As comfortable and happy as I have felt in salons before (and, admittedly, I’m something of a beauty ho), very seldom am I greeted with such overwhelming warmth. Sitting in a Fekkai robe, sipping coffee, and being taken care of by some of the best of their craft reminded me just why I work so hard. And why I deserve to be rewarded for it.
Fekkai isn’t an experience I (or most of us) can afford to do very often, but I think a good high-quality hair-cut is something we should make a point of treating ourselves to whenever possible. Hair shapes us, and defines how we look and how we carry ourselves in so many ways…isn’t it worth saving our pennies for?
Check out my pix :- )