Monday, 16 February 2009
My new hair
I finally found the time and money to go to the hairdresser and what a relief it was! I've been hating my hair for a while now. I've had to treat it a couple of times over the past 6 months for headlice (gotta love working with kids!) and the treatments just dry it out something terrible, to the point of no return really. Anyway, I've been doing the whole tying it in a ponytail most days thing, but it wasn't what I wanted.
Anthony had some money left over from an injury compensation he got through work and offered it to me to go and have my hair sorted. He claims it was because I've been moaning about it, but needless to say I'm more paranoid than that!
The hairdreser was lovely, and responded to my "Just cut it all off I don't care" instruction in a very positive manner. She's done a fantastic job, which says a lot given how fussy I am about hair cuts. And best of all, after 6 years, I've finally found a hairdresser I'm happy with and can use regularly.