It must be difficult being a hairdresser – trying to read people’s expectations and ideas of how they want to be. I LOVE my hairdresser. I really do. She is gorgeous and friendly, has a good memory and is interesting in her own right. But, it has been at least 6 months since I’ve been able to see her – and when I said – please make it tidy, I’m looking quite dreadful – I thought she’d neaten it up a bit. I feel like a different person – and not in a good way today.
My fringe is impossibly short. I think it looks a bit like I have the wrong sized wig on.
It’s OK you can laugh. Lord knows I wish I could. My grandmother says the difference between a good haircut and a bad one is 6 weeks – so hopefully by Christmas I’ll be looking more normal, or will be more used to myself.