My hair was really annoying me this morning. I was thinking I need to get to the hairdresser soon. But then I thought, how hard can it be to cut hair?
So got out the dogs hair cutting scissors and just sort of hacked around. Whalla! I haven't found mirror so I can check the back but I am sure it looks ok. And who says it 's suppose to be even anyway!!
After this liberating experience I don't think I'll be at the hairdressers ever again.
Bunch of fluffy huggy pony tail clad soft hippies...
It's down to the scalp for one and another attack with the shears the minute the stuff touches one's ears. Can't wait to go bald but one's dad still has all his own hair and one fears that wish may never be granted.
$16 for a haircut? When I visit my hairdresser it nearly always costs in the vicinity of $200... Occasionally it's painful to pay that much, but it's super hard to find an awesome hairdresser. And the complimentary champagne eases the pain. Come to think of it, that's probably why they offer free alcohol!
For that I may very well have to grow a beard and plait ribbons thru it.
guccigal , you're not a "hair-styling" groupie, are you? Only too keen to part with the hard-earned at the sniff of free champers? Still, everyone has their price.
When one found a hairdresser that knew how to handle one's barnet ( sorta briar crossed with boxthorn) one was dead chuffed. Then she moved and one never did find a worthy successor. Probably why the No. 2 blade.
The good thing about stylists. . . there had to be a redeeming feature in all that huggy self-laudatory over-pricing. . . is the good ones do know how to cut a woman's hair well. Hair-dressery is like brain-surgery, never do it yerself.
Unless one has clippers, which are pretty much safe, with two mirrors.
edited for bluey's benefit: Yuppers, ma'am, one has taken to the "whitewalls" since early this year. Definitely reduces the itchiness. One day it shall be allowed to grow out, maybe after next Spring.
Am pretty sure I'm not a hair-styling groupie as i don't know what that is.... It's expensive mostly because I have long hair, and I don't let any of the apprentices or inexperienced hairdressers come near me.
My hairdresser, who obviously fancies himself to be the next Frederic Fekkai, must be the most amusing character in the revered world of Hair and all that goes with it. Uber-Hair-Nazi he is, very, very good at what he does but snobbish to the last little bone in his Cavalli-clad body...
He's an absolute drama queen, you should see ze fits he gets into if zomething is not to his liking, priceless!
Wanted to give my mane a good chop not that long ago coz' it is such a pain to wash, takes forever to dry and I'm not the most patient person around, but a mere mention of me and short(ish) hair to Steffano made him squeal out loud and start tut-tutting around ze salon, wringing his manicured hands and rolling his eyes... As I said, priceless....
Ze zilly, zilly girl (that's me) promised to not entertain such heretic thoughts in the future and was let off with just a serious warning and a complimentary essential oil treatment... Got to love him.. eerr, her???