As a young girl I had long blond hair. Something possessed me around 28 years ago to cut my hair. When I say cut – I mean extremely short, and I have had very short hair ever since. It has always been easy to manage – wash and leave – no fussing or hassling in the mornings.
About a year ago, I went through a “What If” stage again. What if I grew my hair for example. I have been here before I must add – I start growing my hair and it gets to a certain stage and it irritates the hell out of me and I then have it all cut off again. But this time I promised myself I would not cut it again and would stick with it. I am not the nubile young woman I used to be – I am now more refined and, what is the word… oh yes, Voluptuous! So I thought having my hair longer may soften my face up a bit and give me a new look. Not sure how long to grow it but I promised myself I would grow it to a suitable length and I would know when the length was right.
So here I am almost a year later – my hair is still on the short side but my fringe now comes to my nose, the rest all comes down to my neck – I have had it trimmed and tidied up a few times. It has been a hard year though. Washing my hair every morning and then spending ages blow drying it and making it look like something (this is not my forte – there are 2 things I cannot do – the first is ironing and the second is hair – I can do anything else but not this).
For some unknown reason, I now have extremely curly hair (not like the dead straight hair I had when I was a kid). So if I don’t spend hours blow-drying it, I look like a maltese poodle. So I made the decision to have my hair straightened.
I did some research and I booked an appointment with my hairdresser (Peter) last week Wednesday. We had a discussion about straightening my hair and he touched up my hi-lites. I could only have the straightening treatment done a week later – and so here we are!
I had a hair appointment at 8am this morning. The treatment was applied, my hair straightened, my hair washed, conditioned etc etc and here I am with straight hair once again. My fringe is hanging in my face and driving me nuts but perhaps that is just the way it was blow-dryed by Peter. I will see what happens tomorrow morning – hopefully I will get out of bed and look like a real person instead of a monster, and hopefully I will wash my hair, dry it only and it will look lovely!