Then I realised that I looked more like I should be fronting a band like "Starship" than anything else.
|It Is Hard To Take A Photo Of The Back Of Your Own Head|
Given that I saw no role for a wind machine and the lyrics to "We Built This City On Rock And Roll" in my immediate future I thought I should take action.
I made an emergency phone call to the local hairdresser. Back when I was still trying to be an uber babe I got my hair done in Perth. Basically I got sick of sitting for hours in an upmarket Perth salon while the hairdresser (who was way too cool to listen to me) chatted away to her friend about her weekend plans and who was shagging who, all the while chopping away at my hair without even looking. I then got to pay several hundred dollars for the privilege of looking like a fashion victim and getting a hairstyle that was impossible for me to replicate with my blowdryer at home.
After one such experience, I booked into the local hairdresser and she cut and coloured my hair for a third of the price. And it only took a couple of hours. And the cut was the best I had had for ages. And she actually did what I wanted. I think if other hairdressers knew she did this they would send out the hit men...
When I complimented her on actually listening to me she replied
"Love, If you want a bright blue mohawk I'd do it. I'm a hairdresser, not an artist"
Since then I have been a huge fan.
Anyway, this afternoon I spent a couple of hours in the salon chair and am now sporting a bob. I was hoping it would look sort of French and chic. Unfortunately it is giving off more of a "Dora The Explorer" vibe.
|Farmboy Took This One|