This traumatic episode in Ceona’s life had me and Mr. L wiping tears from our eyes. Sorry Ceona, we were laughing WITH you.
14 year old me: Muuuuum. I want a perm. Muuuuum, I really want a perm. Pleeeeeaseeeeeeeee!
Mum after years of my begging: Ok, we’ll speak to the hairdresser.
Hairdresser: No. No no no. It won’t work. Your hair is too thick, it will fall out. No.
Me: Hairdresser, I want a perm. Oh please, please, pretty please. I won’t blame you if it falls out.
Hairdresser: Oh fine. I’ll do it.
Hairdresser gives me a trendy spiral perm. Hairdresser repeats through the whole thing that it will fall out. Hairdresser uses extra perming solution.
Result: I end up with the tightest spiral perm you have ever seen. I am, in fact, Spuggie from Byker Grove (google it youngsters). I am mortified. The hairdresser is delighted and thinks it’s fabulous. I retreat home and burst into tears.
My sister, bless her, does me a french plait. And I wait for the perm to drop. All my friends have bad home perms that drop into cute waves.
Mine does not. Mine grows out very, very slowly. I use industrial quanitites of mousse to control it. I have crispy hair too. At one point I have straight hair to the tops of my ears and tight curls underneath. I do a home dye. I neglect to read the bit about permed hair taking dye more strongly. I have two tone hair.
Eventually, I get a bob.
You’ve won some lovely Aussie products, please can you email me your details so that I may pass them on to the lovely bods at Aussie?
Thanks for sharing everyone xx