Braving the bleach

For the past year I have been desperately dodging the Singapore hairdressers, getting my colour touched up while I was back in the UK, and more recently opting to pin my hair up so that no-one can see it rather than just getting it cut.

            Eventually I just have to embrace the fact that it was getting beyond acceptable and that it needed to be sorted, and so I spent some time researching the ‘expat friendly’ hairdressers in town. With most of the locals having super thick, dark hair, the prospect of taking my fair baby hair into the saloon to be made even lighter was a slightly terrifying prospect. However, it turns out that I’m not the only one to have this phobia, and so all the recommended hairdressers are working on a three month waiting list – that wasn’t going to work!

            As such, this Saturday I found myself sitting in a local hairdressers chair, terrified about all my hair falling out due to death-by-bleach. Thankfully it all seemed to go pretty well, and I actually had two Chinese ladies working on me at once, which means it was a super speedy treatment. There was one point where I suffered a mild panic attack in the chair as they took the foils out of my hair and fell deathly silent…thankfully they were just doing a treatment and had run out of conversation, but it was seriously tense for a while. Plans for wigs and headscarves where rushing through my mind!

            Thankfully I survived, my hair survived, and because I went with a local saloon rather than one of the fancy ones it cost me less than it would at home, and it’s so close to my flat that all future hair dilemmas are now resolved.