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They say that black hair is really versatile, I’m not sure who “they” are but i’ve heard that said several times. In fact when I think about it I have had a fair few different styles over the years but I had never tried the weave. I’d managed to get through 30 years without ever having tried one of the staples of black hairdressing…so i thought it was about time i tried.

My thinking behind the decision was that a weave can’t really do any lasting damage – except to your bank balance. And fortunately for me my local black hair shop had just opened a hairdressers and they were offering cheap deals to build up the customer base. So it seemed that the stars had aligned and it was my time to enter the world of the weave.

Now having not been a part of a black community for a good ten years, I was coming to this wide eyed and wet nosed. All I knew was that I wanted a weave…oh and a fringe… but the devil is in the detail….

So I turn up on the day of my appointment with thoughts of flowing Beyonce locks – in my head I was on a dance floor near the wind machine busting a funky move while my new hair danced in the breeze. The hairdresser had said i would need 2 packs of hair but that’s all the advice I got, so it was quite a shock when I was met with a barrage of questions from the Asian lady behind the counter when all I wanted was 2 packs of hair.

She tried asking me what brand I wanted… I gazed past her at the array of hair hanging from the wall and could only come back with a very British, “I’m awfully sorry but i’ve never done this before… erm… I’m not sure.” The lady shop owner wasn’t fazed she just said, “Ok what length do you want?”. I wanted to offer a  “Well I don’t know?!!” in a stroppy teenage style, but i ended up pointing to a vague point between my shoulder and my elbow saying sheepishly “About there?”

We went through straight or curly
We went through length (14 or 18 inches)
We went through human or synthetic
We went through colour
We went through texture

Then we got to price (I gone for some straight dark brown, 18 inch human hair)….. and then went back through the previous questions until I became too embarrassed to ask any more questions – and I was also starting to feel bad about the amount of times I’d sent her up the ladder to show me hair i couldn’t decide if i wanted.

Eventually I made it out of the shop with the required 2 packs of hair. I went upstairs to the hairdresser and waited my turn. As i waited all I could think about what the hair I was clutching, is it the right colour? I should have gone more blonde…. Would she let me exchange it?

The woman already in the hot seat was standing up after her weave was complete. She’d gone for curls with a reddish hue – she looked fantastic. That’s what I should have gone for, but it was too late now, it was my turn in the hot seat.

First they tackled my afro-like mop – pulling and plaiting it into submission around my head. They had a bit of trouble because my hair was too long and wouldn’t sit right, but soon I was onto round two the sewing in of my new hair.

Within two hours it was done. My new hair was there. My eyes went wow, but my heart sank a little. It was so straight, so square…  I looked so much younger.  By the time I got home all the strange looks I’d received in the shop, had wore me down. I stared at it in the mirror and had to admit that it looked terrible. The hair was too straight – it looked like i was wearing a wig, the colour was all wrong – it jarred against by pale winter tone and looked really fake.  My husband wasn’t much help as I think he hated it more than I did, and was advising me to take it out to avoid acute embarrassment at work in the morning.

But i’d spent the money now and if I took it out what would I do with what’s left?

With this in mind I left the hair and decided to just rush through the corridors of work hoping that people wouldn’t really notice. I have actually experienced taking bad hair to work before – the difference then was that I didn’t know it was bad… I actually thought it was funky. However the comments that brightly started “Oh you’ve changed your hair” and then just hung in the air as I waited for the “it looks nice” that never came, told me otherwise. Typically the day I took this hairstyle to work was the day that everyone seemed to have a question for me. To my surprise the hair received rave reviews.

Having now canvassed friends, family and those other people who you speak to but who don’t fit into either of those two main categories, it seems that those people who really know me don’t really like it, and those who know me less well think it’s great. My conclusion from this is that it’s a good hairstyle, I’ve seen loads of others with it recently… but it just doesn’t suit me and my personality. But I’ve not given up – I’m gonna try a weave again… but maybe I’ll go for the curls with the red hue.