If I’m perfectly honest, it wasn’t the hairdresser’s fault. I think it’s safe to say, Heraklion wasn’t the European hot spot for hair trends in the summer of 2006. Nevertheless, I was there, and I needed a hair cut. My salty beach days had left me with a dry and tangled mess.
It was a tiny salon with no other customers and a faint scent of cigarettes. In any case, not much can go wrong, I thought, looking around with my eyebrows ever so slightly raised. I have droopy hair and I’m stuck in a pony tail routine. Let the hairdresser do things her way.
After a while of whisking away with her scissors, the hairdresser asked me if I also wanted her to style me. Sure, why not. She started spraying products from different cans liberally, aiming at the general direction of my head. As a thick cloud of hair styling products emerged, she finally asked me to close my eyes.
The spraying noises went on for some time until I was allowed to open my eyes. And voilà!
I looked in the mirror and was shocked to see enormous hair looking back at me. How did that happen?! I could enter a Tina Turner look-alike contest with this hairstyle!
I still to this day have never seen my hair with volume like that. For someone who complains about her fine hair, it was a hard moment when I had to admit that huge volume in fact didn’t suit me at all.
After I left the salon and turned the corner, I discreetly put my hair back in a pony tail.