After several bad hair days, I gave in today. I grew up with a Mother for a hairdresser, and have had my hair cut professionally ever since. Except for twice.
Last year the day I had surgery, I clippered all my hair of, and today, feeling less than willing to go to the hairdresser, I unearthed the clippers again, and “styled” myself short.
No more bad hair days, and the same style regardless of the weather, the event, emotion etc etc. So much more convenient. 😉
But when Amanda my hairdresser finds out I’m going to be in deep trouble…
That’s my excitement for the day. LOL!
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