I'm now rocking the bonafide "mum do"

You know you have a cowlick, but you still want to rock some "bangs" {fringe} like Jessica Biel. You take in countless amount of pictures of celebs from the red carpet, in hope that you're new hair do will somehow erase those eye bags, restore your over caffeinated, dry skin, to plump and luscious and most of all, you hope for an exact replication for what you imagined in your head. 

With a good hairdresser, you may just walk out with that feeling of 'YES' we nailed it! Or, if you take a chance of a new hairdresser, you may walk out, get in your car and sob a little of what you're NOT rocking. I've experienced both situations.

Your hairstyle, makes or breaks you.  

Through the stages, I have had many hairstyles.  I rocked the "Posh bob" before she even had it, they called it the A-Symetrical bob in those days, I've had hair as long and luscious as Penelope Cruz, I've been blue-black to long and blonde, I've grown out 3 or 4 fringes, and I can confess now, right here on this blog, that I have probably spent thousands on my hair {just not all in one session}. This was all before my 'family days'. 

And up until recently, I was faithful to my up and coming hairdresser, who now dons the manes of some more known celebrity woman with the initials of LB, KW and EM to name a few. {I'll let you figure that one out}

Each hairstyle represented change. A breakup, getting over a breakup, new job, loss of job. It always had to do with an end or a new beginning. 

In my earlier teenage years I took chances with hairdressers, but they often failed me, it always ended with me 'loving it' in the salon and then crying, either on the bus on the way home or in the car.  

So as I grew older and as I was able to afford it, I searched for the best and stuck to them like glue. And if they left to find new ventures overseas, it often felt like a relationship was ending. They were more than just my hairdresser, they were my confidant, an untrained psychologist who were always empathic or blunt with whatever I was talking to them about. 

Things changed when I became a mum, like all of us, we take a step down from all the little luxuries and instead we devote everything to our children. And when it comes to finances, we leave everything single {extra} penny so that they can have the best.

However, I still believe that as you get older, throw what you can afford to the best possible hairdressing you can find.  

When I realised {actually, I knew along} that I could no longer travel or afford to go to my hairdressers. I had to end the relationship and somehow take a risk and find someone closer to home. Thankfully, my bestie recommended me her hairdresser, who just so happens to be up the road, and who I can afford. 

And she is fab. When I took in my, soon to be Bob-Marley-dreadlock type her to her salon, I said "I want something different". You can always tell a talented hairdresser when they can understand the most vaguest of phrases, like the one I said to her, who can re-sculpt your hair into a low maintenance and minimum upkeep and leaving you feeling fresh and "hot" {dare I say it}. She did exactly that.  

And so begins my new relationship with my new hairdresser and my new love affair with my new bonafide "mum-do". The long bob. And it also makes me pose funny. So now, I look like this:

 

And what perfect timing to rock a new-do and modern take on a mum-do just in time for my birthday. 

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius, indeed.

Luisa xx