First, I've become an officially recognised unemployed bum, soaking up the tax dollars of my dearly beloved friends and family >:)
Secondly, I got a hair cut...an extreme hair-cut.
Before |
After |
(I know what you're thinking, and yes, that is a new Angry Birds shirt!)
I got it done at a great little hairdresser that's new to our town, he's been run off his feet since he opened his store. You can kinda see why.
I was excited when he said in his European accent "This will be a make-over." But that quickly turned to a terror that froze me right...
down...
to...
my...
stomach when he told me just how short it would be.
"Okay, he's like a doctor, he's a professional, he know what he's doing!" that soothing voice told me. I added a prayer (yes, a prayer of vanity >,>) and watched as he started lopping it off from the back.
Thirty minutes later I walked away a new woman.
I'm still trying to get used to it, it gets in my face a fair bit, and I keep running my hand through the back of it where he actually took a razor to it, but I really like it. It reminds me of those flapper girls from the 1920s, just need to get a beaded necklace and a feather...
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