Happy New Haircut

New year’s resolution: get a new look. Sounds basic, I know, and that’s why I’ve been putting it off for years. But there’s more to it than just a cosmetic makeover. You see, I’ve always felt like I had to please someone else with my look – primarily my parents, who are strict religious types and vocal critics of anything even vaguely non-traditional. It’s resulted in me never daring to get a chop above shoulder length, or getting any kind of piercing, or booking in for a facial tattoo… just joking about that last one. Or am I?

Anyway, I’m taking a step in the direction of the look I’ve always wanted. I’m about to book in at a salon at the David Jones hair salon. Melbourne CBD has lots of options, but I assume going for one associated with a well-known department store is unlikely to do me too much damage. I mean, whatever happens, it’s pretty unlikely that I’ll walk out of there looking objectively worse than when I went in.

For starters, this salon uses Aveda hair products, which have been recommended to me by a number of silky-tressed associates. Beyond that, though, I need advice on a general level. Basically, I don’t know exactly what I want, and I need someone with classic good taste in hair styling to tell me what might suit me.

Hang on… there I go again, thinking I need someone else to tell me what’s best. A hairstyle isn’t rocket science, is it? I reckon it’s time for me to walk boldly into a salon, confidently brandishing an image of a style that resonates with me personally. I’ll seek the stylist’s advice, of course, on whether it’s achievable. But, ultimately, this is all about me deciding for myself what look I want to project.  

So, what look do I want to project? I suppose the answer is simply this: less like a Catholic school girl whose mother tells her how to do her hair.