There are two kinds of people in the world: Those who take every cough and sniffle to the doctor; and those who only visit the doctor when they’re REALLY ill.
I am most definitely the latter. The way I see it is, that if I can self -medicate (pop over to the pharmacist for some decongestants and an expectorant cough syrup) – I will self-medicate. And in most cases it usually saves me about half a grand in medical bills. Don’t get me wrong, there are plenty of occasions where you need a professional’s expertise: Like when you have an impacted wisdom tooth (no matter how many homeopathic remedies you try on that, and god knows I tried them all) you will need to have a dentist check it out.
I’ve been cutting my own fringe since I was about 13. I had those blunt bangs that celebs, like Zooey Deschanel, make look adorable and effortless. They’re not. They need to be trimmed regularly and styled daily. And my parents were not going shell out money for me to go to the hairdresser every time it needed trimming. So I read an article in a women’s mag about how to DIY your fringe and I haven’t looked back since. But being able to trim my bangs, does not a hairdresser make. Over the years, I’ve found other ways to avoid going to the hairdresser: I box-dyed my hair black for the good part of a decade, and only ever went into a salon when I wanted to treat myself to an edgy new haircut. Because the truth of the matter is that when visiting a professional, you are paying for their professional skills and that can be expensive.
After moving to Johannesburg, where you can expect to pay no less than R1000 (if you’re lucky) for a colour and cut at the salon, even those infrequent haircuts I was treating myself to, became more costly than I was willing to pay. So I just stopped. I went online and searched for tutorials on how to cut my graduated bob, and did it myself. Slowly cutting hair became a hobby and friends and family, also looking to avoid the costs of going to the salon, would ask me if I’d be willing to give them a trim. It’s easy enough to cut your own hair because the only person to blame if it turns out badly is yourself, but if I was going to lift the scissors to someone else’s hair, I was going to have to do a lot more research: How to trim split ends without cutting off length? How to put layers into thick hair? And so on and so forth. But even after being brave enough to try cut a friend’s shoulder length hair into a spiky fauxhawk (successfully), I would always recommend getting your hair coloured at a salon, because I’d heard too many horror stories about home colouring going badly ( carrot-coloured hair only looks good on so few people). So when I decided it was time to switch up my black bob by adding a blue streak, off to the salon I went.
Now here’s the thing with hairstylists, they have the responsibility to have you leave there with your hair looking fabulous and well looked after – That’s what you’re paying them for, and their reputation is at stake. So after three hours in the chair, where my long-suffering hairstylist was trying to safely strip 10 years’ worth of box-dye build-up off my hair so that the blue colour would show up vibrantly, I left unsatisfied. The blue was not vibrant because if she were to bleach my hair any further, it would be damaged and she could not in good conscience let me leave the salon with damaged hair.
In a moment of desperation (read:insanity) I went to the supermarket and picked up a Garnier pre-lightening kit (ignored the warning labels on the box) and threw caution to the wind. I researched online how to home-bleach your hair, the precautions you need to take, and how to fix it if it all goes horribly wrong (I had a box of black dye on hand, just in case). With the help of some purple shampoo and some trial and error, the results were awesome. My hair, albeit damaged and crunchy, was a brilliant blonde. I bought moisture treatments, and read up about how avocado, olive oil, cocoa butter, and even yoghurt can be used to create moisturising masks that give some life back to over-bleached tresses. I had done the damage and I would have to rectify it, because there was no way I was going to endure the shame of walking into a salon and explaining that I had fried my hair within an inch of its life with a home bleaching kit. Too many times had I had to deal with a hairstylist rolling their eyes or tut-tutting under their breath because I’d dyed my own hair or trimmed my own fringe. But it is my hair and I will do with it what I want.
Forgoing the professional treatment means that I had to take responsibility over the health and condition of my hair. But it was worth it. Cashiers began complimenting me on the colour, strangers would approach me in malls and ask me what salon I’d been to, and once a hairdresser even walked out of their salon to stop me in the street to compliment me on my hair. Then and there I made the decision not to go back to a hairdresser, partly because I would never again have to pay a hairdresser to give me the hair I wanted against their better judgement and partly because I now had the confidence to experiment with it on my own.
It’s been nearly three years since my last real trip to a salon and in that time, I managed to perfect a red to blonde ombre on my sister’s hair, I’m helping a friend bleach her own box-dyed black hair to blonde, and have bleached my whole head to the point where I can home-dye it a vibrant indigo (with the help of my patient girlfriend and her steady hands). It hasn’t been smooth sailing at all, because I am not a professional, but with the help of many online tutorials and blogs (Man! I love the Internet) I can do whatever I want to my hair without the fear that it will all fall out.
I have a fair amount of hairdresser friends, who are brilliant and skilled at what they do and will probably scoff at most of what I’ve said here. And I don’t recommend this route for everyone, because not everyone is as brave (read: reckless) as I am or as frugal. But thanks to all my research and trial and error, I am happily walking around with vibrant purple-blue hair that has never been in a better condition. And I did it myself.
*I’m also currently trying out an all natural way to keep my hair clean and healthy ( the ‘no poo’ method) but more on that later…if it works đ