Wedding hair and cardinal sins

I recently got married (well at the time of writing this post I have been married for 10 days)…the honeymoon is going to happen in a couple of months time – sunny Christmas…whoo hooo!!

As a devout curly girl and lover of all things natural when it comes to my hair, I was determined to wear my curls proudly on my wedding day. Problem with being a curly girl (or at least this is what I’ve found) is finding a hair stylist that you can trust. The only stylist who has gone near my hair in the last 2 years is Carlos Flores who is based in New York. This really sucks as he only comes to London twice a year and wasn’t around at the time of the wedding.

So the curl genius wasn’t going to be in the UK at the time of the wedding I decided to go have a chat to the creative director at the salon where I usually go for my me-time treats. In no time he had convinced me that I needed to wear the front of my hair straight because it needed ‘softening’. Um…excuse me…so every other day of the year my face looks hard?? Anyway, I bought it. Hook, line and sinker.

I had a photo of the hair style I wanted. I walked out of the salon looking nothing like that. He said that it was too high fashion and that I’d look too dated with a hairstyle like that. So instead I ended up with most of my hair getting blow-dried straight and then he curled some of it as well. Ironic eh? Me with curly hair getting it straightened and then curls tonged into them? Go figure. Needless to say, by the time the speeches were finished my hair was in frizz city!

This wasn’t the only thing that peeved me about my hair experience. The day before the wedding I went into the salon for a treatment and cut.
1. The lady washing my hair…wait for it…rubbed (yes I said rubbed) my hair with a towel. Normally I would have lashed out at her but I realised that she was uneducated in the ways of curly hair and I was determined to maintain a blissful state in the hours leading up to the wedding.
2. He cut my hair wet – stretched it and cut it. Thankfully I can’t see that it did too much damage – I don’t look like I have any holes in my head.
3. He didn’t work with what I had – my curls – and did what he felt comfortable with.

The programme for the day was: ceremony followed by lunch, a break for a couple of hours then a party into the wee hours of the morning. After lunch we went to our hotel to check in and rest up a bit before the party and I promised my brother-in-law that I would get rid of the frizz (he’s a joker).  So I had a shower, washed all the CRAP out of my hair (twice) and then chucked on loads of conditioner and got ready to party. I looked at the photos and while I like the wedding pics, I still think that I could have gotten away with being a true curly girl.

Me at the ceremony

Me at the party

Personally, I think I prefer party me. What do you think?

Ps…I must say this in closing. It was the BEST day of my life. EVER. If I had to do it all again without changing a thing, I would.

Thanks for reading.
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