Bairbre Power: Do blondes have more fun? Absolutely! But I can’t complain about being a redhead in the 90s and Noughties
I've a thick head of hair, and hairdressers meeting me for the first time have been known to exclaim "oh, you've a lot of hair!" (which is shorthand for "this is going to take so long, I'll be expecting a big tip").
I'll admit I get tetchy when I go to strange salons out of town and you sit there after requesting a bouncy blow-dry with root lift and watch this flat-as-a-pancake disaster unfolding. I mean, what do they not understand about root lift?
In New York, I paid a shocking amount for a blow-dry and I don't know what shocked me more - the lack of root lift or the collegiate manner in which they hustled for tips for each other. I will happily admit that bad hair days really annoy me, which is why I'm getting self sufficient. I have the barrel styling brushes (my favourite are Mairead Ronan's Faro brushes) and I love the volumising shampoo they use at Brown Sugar. If only my cowlick would behave itself, I'd be satisfied.