THE ROYAL TREATMENT: URBAN CALM REVIEW

If I belonged to any monarchy, my title by birthright would be Queen of awkwardness. When I say I’m awkward, I don’t mean a bit socially introverted and shy. I mean keeping my shoes and socks on during a massage awkward. SO you can probably imagine my reluctance to make beauty and spa treatments, as much as I enjoy fresh skin and manicured nails. If only a spa existed that made me as comfortable as when I’m watching Drag Race sans pants avec takeaway.

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YOUR HAIR IS 90% OF YOUR SELFIE; VOODOU REVIEW

Finding the right hairdresser is just as important as finding your soul mate. Growing up, my mum subjected my to an arranged marriage with Toni&Guy where I spent the first 10 years of my life with a razor sharp bob. So escaping this marriage in my adolescence left me unaware of mine or my hairs worth. I spent years between box dyes and highlights from that woman who is your mum’s mate’s mate who did hairdressing at some point and owns a few bottles of peroxide? You know the one. And the time I went to salons I was usually greeted by snotty apprentices who would say OH MY GAWD R YE SURE YE WANNA GO DAT SHURT I WUDUNT IFIWERU but proceed to give me urine yellow highlights (cough, cough Boudoir Broadway cough). So when I decided my hair was something I had to invest in, that’s when I found the hairdresser for me: Ro at Voodou Button Street.

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