In frustration? Or in pain over a bad haircut?
I'm still looking for my favourite hair salon. The place I can walk in, get my "usual" and the staff will know me by name. Sadly I'm quite unfaithful when it comes to hair salons so this is yet to happen. The last three I've been to have all been different and I'm not sure why; maybe I'm waiting for the "wow" factor - the moment which I look into the mirror and I'm totally blown away by what I see.
It might be the service. I'm pretty picky when it comes to others touching my hair. I'll watch you like a hawk when you're snipping off my tresses, especially when it comes to my fringe. I guess I've had too many experiences where I've hated my fringe and subsequently hated the entire hair cut and couldn't wait for it to grow out. Sound familiar? Please tell me I'm not the only one...!
So today, I ventured into a new hair salon, still in search of finding "The One". Because like all good fairy tales, the happy ending only comes after all the hard work of slaying dragons, fighting evil witches and climbing over thorned bushes.
Did I find it? Hmmm... Jump!