A French hairdresser almost ruined my wedding and I'll never trust one again - even though I live there! SAMANTHA BRICK By Samantha Brick Published: 12:05, 18 July 2024 | Updated: 12:05, 18 July 2024 e-mail View comments I haven’t been through a breakup, I’m not having a midlife crisis and I don’t have a new job, so why, after over 30 years of being a blonde, did I decide to go brunette? You may be surprised to hear that it was because my trusted French hairdresser retired. It had taken me years to find her after numerous traumatic visits to various French salons – with disastrous results. So, when she sat me down to break the news, I burst into tears.
Then promptly booked up appointments until her very last working day. Since then I have channelled my inner French girl going for a low maintenance cut (I do it myself) and colour. I now use a box brunette dye, as close to my original colour as possible, which I pick up in Spain every few months for the princely sum of €2.
99. Samantha Brick's 2008 wedding. Rather than the neat champagne blonde chignon we had discussed, I had a ratty brunette hair piece attached to the top of my head, she writes Samantha loves France but says there is nothing wonderful about the nation's hairdressers Samantha (right) with an 80s-style corkscrew perm, although in this case a French coiffeur may not be to blame While there is so much that’s wonderful about life in France – and I feel un petit-peu guilty in saying this as the country .