I almost hesitate to discuss this because it is such a ubiquitous topic in the expat world, particularly among female expats: the subject of trying to find a hair salon.
It took me years to find the perfect place in Austin -- and to find someone who can navigate my curls (which, have thoughtfully decided that they are now FRIZZ in this London humidity?! WTF?) My hair is very thick, it dreadlocks underneath (unintentional on my part, it just thinks it's a Rastafarian), it's really curly and if I were in a facebook relationship with my hair, my status would say: It's complicated.
My hair looks a LOT like this photo -- in length and texture -- and of course we're both named Sarah. (Click for source)
The last time I had my hair done was in May -- and now, mama needs some hair lovin'. After some intense research, I've found a salon that I hope, (please hair gods...please!!) can tame the mane. The curls require some seriously complex cutting maneuvers to make them not turn into the triangle (curly hairs -- you know what I mean!)
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And of course (like everything about me...) the color is complicated. There are some 6-8 different colors in my hair because Joey (my fabulously awesome stylist back in Austin) is a color goddess. I don't even know how to begin to explain what she does to someone because I usually let Joey have complete creative license with my color (yes, she's THAT good -- so awesome that I allow my overly-controlling, completely anal self to relax and let someone else take the reigns. I love her.)
So, I'm booking an appointment for 2 weeks from now and I'm nervous as hell. I keep telling myself that there *have* to be awesome stylists here because this is a BIG multinational city with people who NEED a good haircut and color. Right?...
Let's all cross our fingers this goes well -- if so, I'll shout the salon from the rooftops, but until then, I'm keeping quiet just in case it's awful. But it will be fine. I know it. I tell myself.