Our hair is supposed to be our crowning glory. Someone once said “Life is an endless struggle, full of frustrations and challenges, but eventually you find a hair stylist you like.” My adventure with hair began back in the glam rock days of the 1970′s. I was into what was called ‘heavy’ music. Black Sabbath, Deep Purple and Uriah Heep were amongst my favourite bands. If you were into this style of music the hair-style of choice was long. You simply let your hair grow in any which way it chose. Male grooming was something that was done to horses and skin care products were definitely for girls.

My hair, being thick and wiry, made its own choices regarding the directions it would grow in. My head resembled an exploded mattress with the stuffing coming out. These days I can’t bear to look at any photos of myself from that era as they just make me cringe.

Then along came punk rock and my life was transformed.I had my hair chopped short and would regularly dye it with whatever came to hand. Food coloring was one of my favorite dyes. I liked it because it would wash out easily but this had its disadvantages as getting caught in the rain meant that I soon had colored streaks running down my face and back.

(more…)