Okay, I’ve done something that I can’t quite bring myself to say out loud. Why? Because my mouth refuses to make shapes to create the word. My lips start to curl inwards, involuntarily forming a tight seal that won’t permit sound to escape.
It just feels dirty…almost taboo, and blurting it out is like admitting that you eat your own toenail clippings or that you make a wish every time you collect your belly button lint before depositing it into a special jar. Hmmm.
I’m going to be straight with you. Dead straight. I’m actually a curly haired person trapped inside a straight haired person’s body. So I did what I have to to do. In a throwback to the 80s…I got myself a PERM! A digital perm, to be exact.
I headed along to a Korean hair salon in Wellington, where I sat for a couple of hours and for part of that duration I was hooked up to a machine with numerous cords protruding from heated rods attached to my head — I looked like a robotic creature escaping a demon in an apocalyptic anime film — spat out the other end with a mop of curly hair.
It’s right about now that I want to throw in some emoji’s. Perhaps a blushing face, or a monkey with his hands covering his eyes.
Rest assured, it wasn’t like getting one of those traditional perms in a suburban salon seated next to a row of little old ladies getting the same ‘do’. In Korea and Japan, perms are about as common as getting your hair professionally straightened with plenty of people opting for a relaxed natural wave. The digital technology is also kinder to your hair!
Moving out of my tomboy phase and starting the year anew I’m embracing my femininity and growing my hair a bit longer again, so the need for volume is essential, trust me. There is nothing quite like the sense of dread when I style my hair every morning and it’s undone the minute I step out into the Wellington wind.
So I’m happy to say goodbye to burning my hair recklessly into shape with a curling iron — now I have hair so voluminous it’ll put Shirley Temple to shame.
There is freedom in a head of hair that bounces and actually springs back when I walk. My hair is going to party like it’s 1984…and with the return of side parts and big hair, curls just wanna have fun!
Bring on the oversized bows and headbands, I say.