Jeez Louise! Is it me! Have I got the word 'sucker' invisibly tattooed on my forhead, that is only visible to hairstylists at large?
Today I decided to try a new hairdresser. After the graduation horror, I felt that I couldn't cross the threshold of the last one. I have been a bit under the weather for the last couple of weeks and thought that a dye job on my GT stripe might pick me up.
I attempted to listen to my inner voice, my intuition and asked it "Little voice, is this the right thing to do? Should I trust a new hairdresser. Will they do right by me?" Unfortunately, no-one answered, nary a sound. (I don't think the little voice exists) Maybe I asked the wrong question. (I should have gone to the phsycic a few doors up, I think she would have been a bit more helpful)
Anyhoo, to cut a long story short, the new hairdresser, on posing the age old question of, "What would you like done?" was delivered, what I thought, a very succcinct and clear answer by moi, "Natural" says I, "Natural and elegant...like Princess Mary, and not like a bagwoman."
Can my desire be any clearer? Apparently not.
I have been tossing up who I bear the most resemblance to with my new 'natural' GOTHIC hair!!! All I can think of is Grandma Addams but with black hair and scary white highlights. (My natural hair is brown, just dull brown, but it would have been nice to have brown hair with sunkissed fairy golden highlights)
I have already washed my hair twice since I have been home. My husband keeps looking sideways at me, and there is a look of pity in his eyes. I feel like Anne of Green Gables when she dyed her hair green. Oh vanity!