Thursday, March 22, 2007
I just got my hair cut. I figure if you only go to the hairdresser twice a year you're almost guaranteed to feel good when you come out. Anyway, I love it. All those dry brittle ends in the trash. I look just like Neve Campbell, but with bangs (well, if you squint hard in a low lit room :)
I haven't always loved hairdressers, in fact I think finding a good hairdresser is one of the unspoken traumas for modern day woman.
I had a terrible time growing up. As a teen I cut off my long hair into this weird spikey-do. Gawd!! And at the University of Liverpool I remember crying when some ***** gave me a mullet. Hell hath no misery like a woman with an awful haircut.
Anyway I survived and one thing I like about my hair is it grows really fast.
PS. I'm going for some color stripes this summer--unless you think I'm too old??