Yesterday I stopped in a funky little kapsalon (hairsalon) here in Maastricht to do something I’d been waiting to do for a long time: Dye my hair purple. I figure, I work for myself and my office is my own. If I can work in my PJs, I can have purple hair. The results, pictured here, are a bit darker than I had planned but I’m overall pleased with both the cut and the shade. Its less of an ‘in your face’ purple than it could have been. Next? Green. Maybe.
Finding Kinki Kapper was actually a stroke of luck for me. I am very bad at picking out a new hairdresser and had, in fact, been going back to the salon of my youth in Vermont during our 6 years in Boston. No one knows your hair like the person who has been dong it for years and frankly the options in Boston were frequently expensive. It doesn’t help that I’m picky and trying to experiment a bit with my hair. Here in Maastricht, I’ve been restricted by my reluctance to have my hair cut by someone I couldn’t communicate fully with. Fortunately, I was on the look out for a salon that would do funky colors and happened by this shop one day. Ducking inside the lush, punkish interior I found that the hairdressers 1) spoke very good English and 2) I didn’t need an appointment.
I returned on Monday and joined the row of people waiting their turn. I have to admit that I was surprised to find the clientele were pretty normal looking. For a place with a fireplace filled with plastic bones, I was the only person there for an odd color. I feel that people in Maastricht are pretty conservative with their hair colors. Even the young punks or goths with hair extensions tend to stick to natural(ish) shades. The female hairdressers both had beautiful short, white cuts which I wish I had the elvish features to pull off, but the one male hairdresser had a pretty straight forward style. On the other hand I was wearing jeans and teeshirt, so I was certainly the least stylish person there.
To guarantee that I could get the cut and color I wanted, I brought in pictures with me and then let the hairdresser go to town. She opted to use a permanent dye instead of bleaching and then dyeing with a semi-permanent purple because the second option would have involved me sitting through 2-3 colorings (and paying 50 euros per sitting). That was awesome of her, since I didn’t want to pay for a color that wasn’t going to last at least for a little while. We colored first, and then she cut my hair; going over it several times to make sure everything was even and the length was right. Since it was my first time coloring my hair like this, she wanted to know if it was a surprise for my husband (no, but I knew it would surprise my folks). Seriously though, this is one of the best cuts I’ve had in a while; even if I still sort of feel like I’m wearing a wig.
The damage? 90 Euros plus tip. 37 euros for the cut and 52 for dyeing my hair. I don’t think I was suppose to tip, since she seemed very surprised. Sometime to remember next time. Hair color means I actually have to go back for upkeep. For once in my life.
Now if I could just get Dan to a kapper, we’ll be gold.