I’ve gone blonde. Some would say from brunette to blonde, but realistically I’ve gone from ginger to blonde. With a bit of ginger left in. A blonde balayage, to be specific.
Though I hadn’t been blonde for a good number of years, scrolling the socially-shared images of Gro London instinctively dared me to make a colour change (you have to look at their rainbow hair work). On top of that their six salons are all situated in the suburbs of London – the Hamsptead location being a convenient walk around the corner from my best friend’s house in Finchley Road.
From the second I made my appointment with Serafina, I experienced a level of customer service that echoed through my entire visit. Before going in, we exchanged a few inspirational images (thank you, Pinterest) and discussed the current state of my hair so we both knew exactly what to expect when appointment day arrived.
And because looking at hair is so much more interesting than talking about it, I filmed the entire experience to share with you in the vlog below. As you’ll see from the video, the experience went perfectly from start to finish; from proper discussions and colour examples to complimentary lattes and the most welcoming environment you could expect, I wouldn’t change a thing. It also doesn’t hurt that the blonde balayage is bangin’.
From this point, I’ll probably go a little bit blonder once my hair recovers from the lightening process (though, to be fair, a mix of Oribe and coconut oil has left me with no breakage or problems since the first home wash).
Stay tuned for more Gro London adventures…
I am an overthinker of the highest degree. While it is probably one of the so-called ‘qualities’ that makes me a successful entrepreneur, overthinking has a real knack for taking away from the magic of travel.
Case in point: one is invited to the St Moritz Hotel in Cornwall, one overthinks as follows…
Cornwall is at least four hours from London isn’t it?
It is a beach spot…won’t it be dead in Autumn/Winter?
Oh God, the website is incredibly cheery…there are going to be children here.
Thankfully, Crazy Woman Brain was interrupted by the discovery of the food menu (JUST YOU WAIT) and the unexpected flood of hazy, saccharine memories – mostly searching for Merlin around the Cornish coast – as a child.
Cornwall was officially on the cards…
Though it seems like less than a week before the seasons last changed, I think it is safe to say that we are truly on the cusp of Winter. I am not sure if the same happens for everyone, but every time the weather shifts my skin tends to do the same. From Winter to Summer, there are obvious changes (like adding SPF to your skincare regime) but from Autumn to Winter, it is not quite as straightforward. For me? This is the time when exfoliation becomes a real necessity; not only to stimulate my skin, but to make sure any additional moisturisation is able to penetrate through thicker skin barriers.
When the Clinique Sonic System Cleansing Brush hit the shelves I was intrigued but dubious. Any beauty lover will be well aware of the leading cleansing brush in the market – we shall call it the Shmarasonic – and the similarities between the two had me thinking that a newcomer might simply be a half-assed jump on the bandwagon.
However, an extensive look at the Sonic System Purifying Cleansing Brush’s reviews had me neuralize those thoughts (five points for anyone who gets the movie reference). Like all Clinique’s products, it is dermatologically tested (imperative for such a tool), it utilizes sonic technology (which means it is gentle on the skin while cleansing deeply), waterproof, and has two bristle types for targeted cleansing in hard-to-reach, contoured areas of the face where dirt hides.
I have yet to make the investment, but I have certainly tickled my own fancy. Have you?
I have experienced something of a learning curve while adjusting to life in Leeds.
Not to spoil my latest vlog (below) or anything, but now that I am ten months in, I thought it would be a good idea to employ the most Yorkshire-y Yorkshireman I know to help me share the lessons learned.
…you’ll learn how to speak Yorkshire ‘n’ all, petal.