Essensuals hair, Docklands, East London

I had good pregnancy hair. I didn't realise it at the time, I thought it was just hair. It wasn't until I saw how dreadful my post-baby hair was that I think back to how great it was in pregnancy. Last week, I was weeping at the hanks of hair my beloved child was able to pull from my scalp with no effort, and the wisps of fine passes-for-hair that clung flatly to my scalp. The sad looking fronds were my hair. Gone were the shiny locks of pregnancy. Here were grey hairs and grease, and bits where my head shone through. A panicky referral to websites confirmed the normality of this, but also made it clear that it could be a year or so before my hair returned to normality. As I am BF, and unlikely to return to normal shape (such as it was) until I stop, I resembled a female non-green Shrek, only crying, and with bigger breasts.

My DP booked a haircut for me.

Essensual is in Cabot Square shopping centre, near Docklands tubes, and posh in that it costs more than 40 quid to get your hair cut, a shocking amount I know, but one, frankly, I was willing to say we could afford to stop my crying. DP went first (he is quite vain about his hair, and he may as well be, he has MORE THAN ME and he is balding). I wandered off for a coffee. On returning, I chatted with a young stylist while they made ready and fussed over baby, politely handing me tissues as he drooled. Then DP took him and he sat and watched the shiny shelves and mirrors like a good baby. A young lady about the weight of the average oven chip chatted as she washed my hair confiding that she couldn't get pregnant as she would be worried about staying fat, "no offence". Ta love, just give me an effing head massage and don't talk to me, I am enjoying NOT HAVING A BABY FOR FIVE MINUTES.

Then the stylist Jessie was honest about it, and suggetsed a shorter haircyt and a short fringe to cover the loss, and explained how the regrowth would happen, also suggesting taking calcium. This is a good idea, but as i forget my vitamins on a daily basis i would forget that too. She chatted, but in a friendly congenial way and as she was making me look human again, i answered her. In the end, she has done a good job. Of course i would prefer to have hair, but the remaining wisps now look styled and I don't have such a tefal forehead. In a year, I may look normal. So, it was worth it, I think.