FASHION Magazine

I am the queen of the home haircut disaster. To save a few dollars here and there I have, over the years, attempted to cut, perm and dye my own hair. (Please note that it has never once been worth it.) My most embarrassing memory involves a self-bang trim, dull scissors and lousy so-called organic dye that turned my hair a lovely shade of clown purple. So a few weeks ago, when my premature grays began poking through the years of layered dye jobs, my hipper, cooler friends subtly suggested that I splurge and get a cut and dye at Charlottetown’s most fun hair salon: Shear Talent.