Hair Disaster

Women are like waves, or so it's been said. Up one minute and then they come crashing down the next. I conform absolutely to this stereotypical synopsis of the female condition; supermum/domestic goddess/gym babe one day and a miserable, fat, pale failure the next.

An increasingly cold, dark, wet November does little to help things when you're in a trough, but luckily I have Eddie who's been trying really hard to cheer me up. Yesterday he treated me to a hair cut in an actual salon (have been getting it done at home for the past few months due to budget cuts/lack of clients). V exciting and I had a great idea for how I wanted to come out with a sleek chestnut bob.

I didn't. Instead, I came out looking like Dannii Minogue on a bad day. The day went from bad to worse when a horrified William asked me to "put my old hair back on."

Eventually Eddie came home from work and I burst into tears. All credit to him for attempting to be nice, but this is Eddie we're talking about...the one-liners were soon coming thick and fast - I was a sitting duck (with a mullet).

Waking up this morning and barely able to look myself in the mirror I have now booked an emergency session with mobile hairdresser Merita to come and save me from weeks of booley hair hell. She arrives tonight. There may be hope for me yet.

P.S And there is NO WAY I'm publishing a picture of this.

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Lowly said…
We have GOT to see your mullet. Is it a Susan Tullet?
13 November 2009 at 06:43
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