Is it possible for a curly head get a decent cut in Glasgow? Or is a hat the only answer?
I live in fear.
But not of double-dip recession, Euro bailout, sub-zero winters or any other turmoil that life throws up.
But nonetheless, I live in fear….a very real, terrifying, troubling fear.
A fear of the guy with the scissors – and his name ain’t Edward. I’m terrified of going to the hairdresser.
It started over two years ago. Actually that’s a lie. It started about 32 years ago. I was 4 years old and ended up with some sort of frizzy bowl-shaped atrocity on my head.
Over the years, this fear has only intensified, and justifiably so.
I have curly hair….
I have curly hair – but I don’t think that should mean that a hairdresser sculpts my head into some sort of bonsai tree – pointed at the top and jutting out in a electrified triangle at the bottom. And then charges me 90 quid for the humiliation.
Remember that sentimental Baz Luhrmann song Sun Screen that doled out useful advice about living well. Remember when he counselled – don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
My hair looks 90
I’m 36 – 4 years away from 40. But my hair looks 90. I have messed too much – except for actually going to the hairdresser in the last 2 years. Self inflicted damage, I suppose.
2012 time to face my fears
However, in 2012 I plan to face my fears – because I can’t bare the thought of actually being 40 and having 90-year-old-hair.
So what do you think?
And while we are normally making recommendations – in this case I’m calling out into the virtual ether and asking for your top tips. Admittedly I have my eye on a few places – mostly based on pictures on websites of women with hair nothing like mine.
Yes, I know this is dangerous.