Hairdressers

Christmas 2008

Continuing on this litigious theme - 

I think you ought to be able to sue hairdressers.  I blame my hairdresser for my divorce.  I mean just look at me!

He's gay, which could explain why he wanted to make me look like a bloke.

In the Spring of 2008 he cut off all my hair without being asked to, and then told me that I would look like all the eventers I admire most - like Zara Phillips, Mary King etc.  Well if he had asked me whether to cut off all of my hair I would have screamed NO! NEVER!!!

Throughout my childhood my mother used to take me to the local (very cheap) barber for haircuts, and/or cut my fringe herself, really short.

Being an athletically built strong, tall sort of girl, the result was that everybody thought I was a very plain boy, and despite my best efforts, I never managed to become a teacher's pet.  Clearly I have never quite recovered, and am still trying!

Anyway, every time since, whenever I have tried having short hair, it has ten times out of ten been an A1 catastrophic disaster!  Yet this plonker went and did it without asking, and charged me for the privilege.

Well guess what. Less than twelve months later I had no husband.

So I went to the head hairdresser at Tony & Guys and asked him to sort me out.

"Whatever you do, don't give me layers, or I end up looking like Linda McCartney," I said.  So what did he do? Gave me layers.  Without telling me. So I never realised that he had. And what did I look like? Well I can tell you that every morning I looked shorn, as the few whispy bits he'd left at the ends disappeared altogether.

Fast forward a few years; X has gone off, and I've got no money, so I gave up the luxury of Tony & Guy and risked a cheap place in Tavistock.  And guess what.  

"We need to grow out these layers," she said.  Well I'd wondered why my hair always looked so awful in the wind and in the mornings, and now I understood why.

And it's taken four years, FOUR YEARS!!! to grow out the stupid layers.  That I'd forbidden 'the master hairdresser' to put in, in the first place! We finally achieved it last Wednesday. At last! Hurray!  And this is what I look like now - six years older than in the other pic.  They say age is just a number.  Well I think it's just a hairdresser. Thanks Charlotte! You are the first decent hairdresser I have come across in 54 years!

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