The Hari’s crew need to be informed super-quick to keep up with the quick turnover of news from the weeklies so I’ve been giving trend demos at the salon.. This season’s chignon is extra-polished so I am upping my serum usage and my gel pots are empty after styling so many slick back looks on shoots. I use tint bowls filled with gel and apply with a brush with the precision of a high lift tint!

In my eternal search for the best beauty treatments for the salon I am now donning lashes that last a month and promise early morning glamour. The trouble is, with my half head of Russian hair extensions and my major lash flutter, I am becoming so fake. When my handsome man says I look cute I’m not really sure whether to take it as a compliment. The only way to understand a new salon treatment is to have it: our Brazilian Blo Out has a waiting list and our lash queen is busy as can be. Boy do I have to step up with my colour and foil!

So for me it’s back to school in the form of the Wella Studio. The only way to compete with the best is to obtain the highest knowledge and spend days watching the coolest new crowd in Hackney and Copenhagen. I think it’s an exciting mix. And my brushes are more than ready!

I spend my hair life getting the beautiful ready. This month it was Elton John’s Tiara party. I rushed from Donna Air’s home – who I left with a low side part and a Forties wave that she wore with a dreamy Christian Dior gown – to do Kate Beckinsale with a high pony and a cute quiff. Both are naturally pretty and in this case you can only hope to step up to the mark with a polished, soft look that won’t get trashed by a mag (an eternal worry).

As a stylist I sometimes take it for granted how safe and comfortable I am behind the line, getting the beautiful and famous ready for events and shoots before my client steps on to the red carpet. I am fully aware of the dangers: the flashbulbs that make an outfit that is seductively sheer into a see-through disaster; a tiny pimple that becomes a big circle of shame in a celebrity mag. Anyway, with all this knowledge you can imagine the absolute dread that I felt when I found myself in the camera’s eye.

As the friend of the hopelessly gorgeous Lisa Snowdon I had to take part in a shoot for InStyle magazine. There are lengths that a girl must go to for her bezzie…and for me this was above and beyond! There I am on a Tuesday afternoon trying to squeeze into dresses and pose in a hopefully natural, but probably more goonish manner. I cannot divulge the shoot story as it has not been published yet. But let me just say this, dear blog reader, my respect for all those I work with, who have to face the spotlight and camera flash, has increased by a zillion!