brave girl

my hair had become unruly. it was long. the roots were unsightly. it was time for a haircut, but i kept putting it off because let's face it...highlights and haircuts can EASILY go awry. however, i realized i couldn't wait anymore and set an appointment for last thursday, which i promptly had to cancel because i ended up working till 11. luckily, jarrold's on old street was able to squeeze me in today.

the salon was three minutes from my flat, well lit, and gave me loads of free earl grey (black, which truly frightens londoners) while i sat in the chair. all good things. about an hour and three fashion magazines later, i was washed up, towel removed, and the new color unveiled. i was nervous. i couldn't remember what my hair was supposed to look like, especially since i've been staring at two inches worth of roots for the past couple of weeks. oh boy. the stylist trimmed, crafted, blew it dry, and trimmed some more, and finally...i recognized my cut and color. thank gawd.



relief is not the right word. everyone here looks perfect, all the time, even when it's raining. i usually look like i've just crawled out of bed and bad highlights weren't going to help that. luckily i can at least have decent hair color, even if i'm not polished and proper looking. sigh.