I went to a new hairdresser today as my hair was beyond any form of being able to do anything with it whatsoever. Jackie from the village, who usually cuts my hair, isn't a stylist. She's very good at cutting but you have to know what you want. I wanted to grow mine, but that was a bit of mistake as I was beginning to look like Coco the Clown on a good day and I just didn't know what to do. And so began the internet search for someone who had the wherewithall to actually cut my rather strange hair.
The person I ended up with has won awards and doesn't cost the earth, so I thought I'd give him a try. Our phone conversation was interesting and I think he wondered what was going to come through his door this morning and when I did turn up he tried not to look too shocked but didn't hide it well. I think his assistant was stifling a giggle at the time.
As he was chopping away he asked what I did for a living. I told him he had to guess. His one and only guess before he gave up was...
a publisher!
Now that really is scary, don't you think?
Probably on a par with getting a new haircut in my view. And the verdict re the haircut is... well it's ok. I'm getting used to it. I'll see how I feel tomorrow before I decide whether I'll ever go back.
Well MM thinks it looks lovely! But perhaps he's biased.
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At least the hair survived the 'morning after' as my bed head was actually reasonable this morning, so I'm feeling slightly more confident. Would have helped if those who I was with last night had even noticed I'd had a hair cut tho!
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