Do you have a fear? Something so terrifying that it keeps you awake at night? I do, and tomorrow I'm facing that fear. I'm getting a haircut.
It only takes one terrible haircut to develop a lifetime of hairdresser terror and sadly I've had a lot more than one shocker. Partially, I blame our crazy lifestyle that’s seen us skip through numerous addresses this year alone, it makes building the vital bonds needed for a great hairdresser/client relationship all but impossible.
After 12 months in the UK, I finally found an amazing hairdresser (after countless nightmares) just before we were due to leave. I briefly considered holding out until we return home to Australia, where I can hopefully call upon personal recommendations (anyone know a great hairdresser in Canberra?), however, we have been invited to a Navy ball next weekend and there is no avoiding it, my dodgy home colouring efforts and split ends need the kind of help only a professional can offer.
|top / MNG / belt / Target / jeans / Gap majorca blue ankle zip|
So wish me luck as I go under the knife, err scissors, at 9:30am tomorrow morning… and stay posted for photos.
Do you have a fear of hairdressers? Tell me your worst haircut/colour ever..