Lord knows I love a face mask. But now, now, I’ve been introduced to a hair mask… Oh my giddy aunt. So, here’s the story: a new salon called Sister Joan has just opened in my area. I was the first through the door on the opening day, for a bleach job that resulted in a pink candy floss-toned celebration, with flecks of orange the shade of fruit salad sweets. It made me joyous for the rest of the day. People were smiling at me in the street.
But, let’s be honest, all this chemical blasting of my barnet can’t be doing it any good and on the days I think my ’do is symbolising some kind of hardcore act of resistance (against me) by being completely uncontrollable (which I kind of sometimes love, by the way), I feel a little bit bad.
As I left Sister Joan, I was recommended
Davine’s Renaissance Circle repairing mask for extremely damaged hair. The combination of yellow clay and the extraordinary sounding babassu butter feels genuinely nourishing. It also complements my ritualistic ‘pamper SOS’ sessions…And so my tumultuous relationship with my hair continues.
£8, davines.com
