Why Hairdressers Are Life Savers

You might think you have terrible hair, but trust me, chances are I know the meaning of the word "bad hair day" better than anyone you know. Among other things, I have been blessed with shoulder-length brown hair that just happens to be that awful, neither-straight-nor-curly kind with a rebellious streak.

So how did I end up with this?

Answer: my hairdresser.

Before visiting my favorite hairdresser here in my hometown of Stockholm, I had two disastrous experiences back in Milan. Since I moved to Milan two years ago, I've been killing myself trying to find a decent hairstylist, just to come to the conclusion that unless you're willing and able to part with tons and tons of cash, you have to make peace with the thought of gambling your way through an appointment with a Chinese guy who has no idea what "layers" means. That's just Milan and its cruel survival-of-the-richest hair hierarchy. Sad but true.

In February I gave a new Chinese place a chance. I had to go to a Valentine's Day dinner and was determined to look fabulous. Too bad that "I want side-swept bangs" somehow got lost in translation and came out as "I want bangs that look like a straight line that slants completely to the left". I spent two months scraping back my bangs to reveal my forehead, a part of me that I dislike almost as much as my thighs.

Next up: the fake fancy salon. The FF was as close to hairdressing fraud as you'll ever get: beautiful place, lovely-smelling eco-friendly products, nice receptionists...awful, awful cut. I told the guy I wanted "something easy to handle" and showed him a picture of Kate Moss' recent Mango ad. Something that worked with the texture of my hair, I said, putting all my trust in what must have been a first-year hairdresser student. I ended up with heavy, stick-straight bangs that didn't stop at the front but went on at the sides of my head...and enormous, completely round old-lady curls. 

I don't want to publish the picture because when I'm rich, famous and adored, I don't want anyone digging this ol' chestnut out from some dusty archives. So just trust me when I say: I looked like your grandma on acid.

On my birthday two days ago, I went to my hairdresser here in Stockholm. She took a look at my hair and said: "honey, I feel your pain. These two months must have been horrible." An hour later, she had me walking out of her salon looking like the above picture. Now, who do I talk to if I want to nominate a hairstylist for the Nobel peace prize? I mean, who's going to start a war with good hair, right?


  1. you remind me of rihanna in the pic above, great hairstyle!
    I totally agree that milan is tough and damn expensive when it comes to hair (and not only) and despite spending a lot in the renowned salons I was never fully satisfied until I discovered that at the famous toni&guy academy they would cut your hair for free. They do hairdresser courses (for the hairdressers who work for them in italy and abroad, last time a girl from saint petersburg did my hair, and for people who want to get their certificate) they need them to practice on people, so you go there and get a cut (dye as well if you want) for free. There is one of the tutors who tells them what to do, and follows them while they do it, so the disasters should be avoided, plus they are not allowed to touch your front or any hair close to the face, so the tutor (who is usually a very good toni&guy hairdresser) finishes your hairstyle. Once a guy who has been working in their salon for 5 years did my hair (he definitely knew what he was doing, another time a beginner, but I was always happy with the result, and nonetheless had not shelled out one cent. It's a bit complicated for people with tight schedules who can't leave the office because it's usually in the morning, and I guess one can't really go to a hair brake, but now that you are freelancing you don't have that problem anymore :)
    p.s. on the site it says 18-25 years old, but I've seen older ladies there as well, so I guess everyone is welcome.
    that would be my hair on a budget, hope it would be useful for someone else as it is for me!
    Have a lovely day

  2. p.p.s. sorry for such a loooong comment, I just realized when I have already posted it :(

  3. Anonymous: thank you so much for the comment (I love long comments!), but above all, thank you for saying I look like Rihanna! I assure you that I don't (that picture must have been a fluke) but I so wish I did!

    Conversation between me and my boyfriend when I read your comment:

    Me: Honey, I just got a comment saying I look like Rihanna!

    David: No way do you look anything like Rihanna.

    Me: This very intelligent and awesome person who reads my blog seems to think so.

    David: I look more like Rihanna than you do.

    Me: oh shut up. You're just jealous that I look like Rihanna and you don't.

    ...so thanks, Anonymous, you made my day!

  4. Thank you for your suggestion for faux leather bags as the good quality ones are hard to find.

    I have the opposite problem because most hairstylists don't here don't know how to cut coarse Asian hair like mine.

  5. You look stunning! It is so hard to find a good hairdresser.... I'm literally going 6 months between haircuts, waiting till I visit Australia to go to my fabulous hairdresser there. She's so amazing that every time she moved salons, I would move as well!

  6. David is just a guy, what could he know! :) Enjoy your new hairstyle and time back home!

  7. che meraviglia!!! io mi accodo alla tua richiesta e in piĆ¹ chiederei alla tua parrucchiera di aprire una filiale a milano. anche periferia va bene

  8. You're so pretty! And totally lucky to have found such a fabulous hairdresser! I'm so jealous... I wish I could find the perfect hair dresser, but my hair is so unruly that I don't think it will ever happen!

    How have you been, dear? :)

  9. Thanks Amber (and thank you to everyone else who said I look good in the picture). Unfortunately my perfect hairdresser lives in a different country...


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