Do you remember Seven days, seven outfits – II? By the end of the post, there was a giveaway which my readers could enter. All they had to do was tell us why Linda Nouta, my stylist friend, should pass by their place, and put together seven new Spring outfits for them. Our dearest Deepa Paul has won her wardrobe-check with some great reasoning. She said:
Once you move abroad, the process of finding a hairdresser is similar to the one of finding a doctor. In the beginning, you think you don’t need them, you might as well wait, there’s no rush. You feel fine and your hair “works”. As time goes by, you notice you don’t feel 100% in your skin so you buy some supplements and commit to skipping the junk food. Similarly, your hair isn’t all that great anymore but you decide you’re just going to experiment with different hairstyles.
In the meanwhile, you get a bit sick so you swallow some medicine you have at home and that makes you feel better for the time being. As for your hair, eventually, there will come a moment in which you realize it is a good idea to cut it, but you also decide you are your own woman, therefore, you are going to do it yourself ( oh yes I did). You feel sort of accomplished afterwards: hairdressers are expensive, you think to yourself, and cutting your hair is not that difficult after all. Except that you never feel really sure of your own opinion on the final result. The day you finally make an appointment with a doctor is – obviously – the one you cannot get out of bed to go to work. The day I made an appointment with Claudje was – obviously – the culmination of a period in which I realized I had been wearing a beanie, like, every single day.
I kept on bumping into her. We met for the first time at an Instagrammers event and then we stumbled upon each other at the Creative Mornings. She was cheerful, super talkative, and she came across as a real creative entrepreneur because she not only had loads of ideas but also the sort of energy which is necessary to put them into practise. The second time we met she told me, “I took a nice photo of you, last time at the meet-up, you know? I’ll send it over.” The next morning I had the photo you see on the right bar of the blog in my e-mail box. I had a wow-reaction. I was kick-starting Amsterdive at the time, so the picture came in handy. Elise’s kindness stuck to me.