I’ve been a bit down for the past couple of days and, as nothing makes a girl feel better quite like a pampering session, and because I was starting to resemble a shaggy-dog, I rang the local hairdressers on the off chance they had an appointment today. They did.
The cut was nothing drastic, just a trim, because I am still growing all my layers out, but I felt this irrational desire for curls today, so I told the hairdresser that. He wasn’t sure curls were doable – my hair is straight and heavy, but he was game if I was. I certainly was (I have a very cavalier attitude to my hair, ever since I shaved it all off a few years back), so out comes the diffuser and the mouse. Ten minutes fluffing later, I am left with a head of curly hair! I’m not sure who was more shocked – me at how good it looked, or the hairdresser at how well it worked!
It’s now a few hours later and, whilst the initial extreme curliness has dropped out, it is still far from straight. I am really going to have to practice and see if I can replicate this look at home, because I love it! I’ve always wanted curly hair (we girls are never happy with what we got given). And, to top that off, the last remnants of my ill-advised 2004 dye job have finally been cut out. My hair is now its natural colour all the way through for the first time in… *counts back on fingers* since college!
Anyway, if you are curious as to what makes Cas happy – at the moment, the joy at having found a hairdresser in Southampton who cuts hair well and doesn’t cost an arm and a leg is near the top of the list. Whilst it cost a bit more than I pay back in Somerset, well, I’m no longer living in the sticks so it’s understandable. I will definitely be going back to them.