Hair today, gone tomorrow…

I know it may not look like it from my photos, but I am in fact the most low-maintenance person in the world. I rather suspect this is down to sheer laziness. Why go to the hairdresser when I can cut it myself? And so what if it's a little uneven in the back? I can't see the back, therefore it doesn't matter, surely. Why go for manicures when they only last a day? I suspect that's probably because I haven't got the patience to sit and let the polish dry properly, so by the time I reach the car, there are several smudges. And why have my legs waxed when I can wax them myself in the comfort of my own bathroom? What better way to waste four hours and cover my bathroom with wax?

I do, admittedly, go to the hairdresser occasionally. I mean very occasionally. Like once a year. Put it like this, no hairdresser has ever remembered me because I don't go and see them enough. (A bit like my philosophy tutor at University but that's a whole other story...) The only one I ever knew was Ron, my gorgeous colorist when I was blonde, and given that I'm naturally rather dark (pre-grey), I had to see him every six weeks or so. We had no choice but to get to know one another. Hell, he became one of my closest friends.

And yesterday, I suddenly decided, on a whim, I wanted sweepy bangs and layers. In the morning I took the girls - The eldest daughter and the summer daughter - to the teenage hair salon on Main Street. It's cheap, cheerful, very stylish, and both of them got spectacular haircuts. FOR UNDER FORTY DOLLARS. I begged Rachel to take me there and then, but she was booked up. But how excited am I? I've now found an amazing hair stylist for UNDER FORTY DOLLARS. My friends, I didn't think this was possible in Westport. Oh, and I did go to my hairdresser for sweepy bangs in the afternoon. Rather more than forty dollars. And not sure. It's annoying as hell to have to keep pushing my hair out my eyes and it's a bit...bouncy. Jury's still out. I'll let you know).

FYI, Beloved has just walked in here and has not only stolen my very comfortable Aeron chair (on the basis that I'm shorter therefore I should be the one sitting on the temporary folding bamboo chair), he's now stolen my bloody coffee too...

Roll on Tuesday...

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