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It’s already been two months of summer, and I haven’t sunbathed even once.
Even now, while the housekeeper is cleaning, I’m sitting on the couch, listening to music, eating vanilla ice cream, and wondering what I should do this evening. I actually woke up after noon today. My husband brought me coffee in bed and some random little waffle.
I still haven’t gotten used to having someone clean my house every week. Of course I help her… but only a little. The truth is, she’s the one helping me. Sometimes I feel a little awkward about it, but then I remind myself that this is her job, and I’m genuinely grateful for what she does. Honestly, she probably earns more than I do, considering how hard she works. So there’s really no reason to feel sorry for her. She’s been working here for more than fifteen years.
Yesterday I published my article about Korean skincare and a few reviews of things I’ve bought online. Well, technically I wrote the skincare article back in winter. I just finally published it.
Now I’m thinking about what to write next.
Probably about my hair.
Although… if I’m honest, I’ve already written that article. I just need to find it.
It’s about how I finally stopped dyeing my hair, started taking proper care of it, and realized that hair actually matters.
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My Journey to Healthy Hair
my hair looks better than it ever has in my life.
That’s because I finally restored it after years of dyeing and damage.
I started coloring my hair when I was fifteen. From that moment on, it was almost always damaged. I never really got to see what my natural beauty looked like – my real color, my natural texture, my actual hair.
When I was nineteen, I cut it all off and decided to grow it out from scratch. I made it to a pixie… and then, I dyed it black again.
When my blonde roots started growing back, it looked like I was going bald.
Another terrible decision.
Then came bleaching.
Thankfully I found a wonderful hairstylist, and everything looked so much better. That was also the moment I realized I didn’t want to keep chasing a different hair color anymore.
I didn’t want to keep changing my hair.
I wanted to learn how to take care of it.
About three years ago I switched to professional haircare. I started with Kérastase, tried Kevin Murphy in the summer of 2025, then Davines that autumn. These days I mix different products together and I’m slowly discovering Olaplex too.
Professional haircare completely changed my hair.
I can see the difference every single day.
Now my hair is so beautiful that I genuinely admire it. I don’t mind spending money on good products anymore because I see it as an investment in myself.
So…
Yes.
I’m totally addicted to hair care. im always using termal protection.
And I sincerely hope no evil spirit ever convinces me to get another bob or dye my hair again.
God forbid.
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Sometimes, when I think about hair, I realize it has very little to do with fashion or trends.
Women have existed for thousands of years, long before the beauty industry ever did.
And throughout all that time, they had hair.
Every morning they brushed it, braided it, tied it up, let it down. They cared for it with whatever they had: oils, herbs, water, and their own hands. They hid it, celebrated it, protected it, or cut it off – because of love, necessity, grief, or freedom.
There’s one thought that always fascinates me.
How many generations of women stood before a mirror – whether it was made of glass, polished metal, still water, or simply their imagination – and wondered about their hair.
How does it look?
What should I do with it?
Hair has always been more than just part of the body.
It has symbolized strength, femininity, age, status, and transformation.
At the same time, it’s something deeply personal.
Something touched only by your own hands, or by the hands of someone you trust.
Sometimes, while I’m taking care of my hair, it feels like more than just a habit.
It feels like a continuation of a very long story shared by women across generations.
The products are different now. We have shampoos, masks, beautiful tools, and endless knowledge. Almost ritualistic.
thank you, bye!
anastasia sprang