Isn't going to the hairdressers brilliant. I am keeping my fingers crossed that my hairdresser does not read this ever, but if she does, I am sure she will smile (thanks Moira).
The two hours it took me to go from before (windswept and grey roots) to after (styled and coloured perfectly) were probably the first sit still and do nothing time I had this week! But not only is it a great break from the frantic balancing act of having the 3/4 jobs that I have now, it is so entertaining. I think hairdressers should run courses on how they remember everything that is going on in your life from one session to the next 5-6 weeks later. Perhaps if I turn over my colour chart which tells Moira what colour dye she used on me last time it has a list of useful personal tips like my boyfriend's name and business (boat building, if anyone reading this needs a boat). OK, I have been going to her for a long time cause she does such a brilliant job, but even so.
What I like most though about going to the hairdressers is the atmosphere...it is always so lively that I come out with jaw ache from laughing. Without meaning to offend in any way, she has managed to surround herself over the years with the most lovely and lively co-workers and customers with stories to tell and an audience to listen. Some times when I am feeling particularly tired or uppity it takes me a while to get into the groove as the music blasts out and the chattering encourages great laughter.
That is after all what life is all about and I come out feeling like I am having a very good hair day too so if you don't get that feeling from your hairdresser, I can recommend someone local. x
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