The Mirror Never Lies

At last, I am fashionable you know. 

Apparently, this year, the look for hair is ’straivy’.  That’s a cross between straight and wavy.  I’ve had that box ticked for years, they only had to look my way!

But I think there should be another fashion term, especially for women with hair like mine that have that ‘not tonight Josephine look’.  I think it should be ’scraivy’.  That’s a cross between wavy and scarecrow.

I’ve mentioned before that I do a damn fine impression of a scarecrow, especiallly when the weather is minutely damp and I’ve had to walk a nano-second in it.  It doesn’t matter whether I’ve spent 5 minutes or 50 minutes doing my hair in the morning, if it’s slightly, minutely, micro damp outside, I end up looking the same.

My sister used to think I was a bit of a drama queen until we both went to a hairdressers many years ago.  Within minutes of walking out of the salon, my hair looked like it had had a fight with itself.  She couldn’t believe it, but at least she understood.

Today was a particularly bad day.  It doesn’t really bother me how I look but it comes to something when people start crossing the road to avoid you.  This led me to what we term in our household a ’sod it why shouldn’t I moment’ today. 

In an effort to save money I haven’t been going to the one hairdresser I used to go to.  She works in a posh salon and they come with posh prices.  I’ve followed her from salon to salon for years.

Plus although she’s a brilliant hairdresser it’s sometimes hit and miss what mood she’s in.  Sometimes I can get a really good conversation out of her, sometimes not.  Okay I know that sometimes it is nice to not to have to talk and probably from her point of view she does it all day.

I’ve been having my friend cut my hair, equally well.  But she hasn’t been well lately and I didn’t really want to phone her to say "hi, are you feeling better and can you do my hair?".  Not in the top ten things to say in the book of ‘How to Win Friends’.

So as I am working and have limited time available for girlie pursuits I phoned to see if I could get in after work this week.  It’s about a 20 minute walk from where I walk and thought yeah, do it. 

The only appointment they had out of the next fortnight (I told you she’s a good hairdresser) was tonight at 4.45.  I took a leaf out of everybody elses book at work and chose to leave at 4.15 (but being a good girl, checked with my work mates first).

I walked in looking like a scarecrow and came out feeling a million dollars.  I don’t care what I looked like to anyone else, but I felt great. 

My hairdresser was in a really good mood, very chatty and I felt really relaxed after having it done.  Even the family said how nice I looked.  So, money well spent. 

I should take a picture really, because in the morning, if it’s raining like it is now, I shall still end up looking like a scarecrow but with shorter hair!

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