For the majority of my adult life I’ve enjoyed regular appointments at the hair salon. My mother and her mother always had their hair ‘done’ and it was a little treat I always made sure I had money set aside for. I love the whole experience – the mindless flipping through dozens of magazines, the chit chat with the stylist and luxury of having your hair washed and properly blow dried.
I popped into my mum’s regular salon about a week or so before Adam and I flew to England, knowing it was probably the last time in a little while that I’d pamper myself. Then life sort of happened, and moving abroad, setting up a new house and travelling became my priority. Then a few weeks ago I had the realisation I hadn’t had a hair cut in eight (!!) months and decided it was time to treat myself once more.
So I did some research, asked girlfriends for recommendations and made an appointment at new a local salon.
Wattle and Ash 