Where is Fokker Sopwith now??

A few years ago, I felt I needed a change in my hairstyle, so off I went to the stylist. Although in this case the term "hair quack" is an understatement. She didn't listen to me at all, she cut it in a way that would need a lot of maintenance to have it stick to the style. And I specifically asked her to make it low maitenance. Low maintenance does not require x amount of hair gel and 20 minutes of hair drying!

Well, the hair was way too short and looked odd on me. I hated it and I cried over it for 2 days.

Needless to say, I haven't let anyone touch my hair since. Apart from my mother and sister on the rare occasion where my hair, after it grew back out, needed to get the ends trimmed. Neither have I gone to a stylist to have my hair dyed. I can do that myself, and at a fraction of the cost, thank you very much.

I did go back to complain about the awful haircut, and I did get the money back. Unfortunately only for the cut and not for the dye job, which of course was the biggest expense. But it still felt like VICTORY! You stupid bloody cow, who should never have been handed a pair of scissors!

Anyway. I'm currently considering trying out a colour I've been wanting for some time. If only because it would be a bit crazy. ;-) Click. The colour I'm considering is the one called Red Pulse.

No, you're right, the title has got nothing to do with anything else. But if you're in the know, you'll know. ;-)

Monday, January 24, 2005 posted by Wardi @ 9:34 PM