Categories: random
Date: 05 November 2009 11:08:24
Of all the things I hate about moving, finding someone new to cut my hair is pretty high on the list of the stress factors.
It was decision time this week... and this weeks stress started with me going to the hairdresser I'd been to before, one of the walk-in chain variety, to discover they now will only do dry cuts when it's a minimal trim, otherwise you have to have your hair washed. Wetting it doesn't count.
So, it was a toss up between taking myself off to the area I'm moving to in three weeks or so, and finding someone there, or looking in the local shops, which conveniently are on a direct bus route from New Area, to see if I could find someone I liked. Which I have done.
We chatted - which is really unusual for me in a hairdresser. I hate talking to people I don't know when I can't see them as I'm seriously short-sighted without my glasses on! She did as I asked, not as she wanted, and was complimentary about the state of my hair!! "Can't remember the last time I cut natural hair!" was the comment, after she'd asked if I'd ever had it coloured/permed/used styling products, and I cheerfully replied in the negative to the lot, said I didn't even own a hairdryer, and had only started using conditioner since the infamous Hot Chicken Fat all over my Hair Day. Which had necessitated 27 applications of washing up liquid and cool water to remove the fat... and luckily happened a day or so before a hair cut was due, which protected both my face and scalp from worse damage.
So, that's that one solved!
Just got to get registered with a doctor asap now.