Haircut

So I got had my break up haircut done last week, you know the song from South Pacific, not happy talk, but "Wash that man right out of my hair", well I went one step further and cut that man right out of my hair!

I went to a different hair dresser than usual, totally different salon. The thought of explaining the change in my circumstances to my very emotional hair dresser didn't appeal to me! I think he probably would have gone out to string up my ex, even though he is just a hairdresser not a friend.

The new place was fine, and the girl was lovely, she was a big girl like me and she was great fun and telling her I was separated from my partner was OK, because she didn't know the background.

When I sat down I just said I want a totally different look, snip, snip, snip! Loads of hair dropping around me on the floor, loads! And the result? I have a POB, you know the weird slanty bod Posh Spice has! I like it, it's different, someone said it was classy, I was disgusted, I wanted slutty (joke)!

So I have the new do, now I'm debating the colour, I have highlights now, I suppose I get them done cos they brighten me up, but I'd love really dark! Maybe next time!

Btw my ex partner got himself a new cut too, new hairdresser too! Why do we do that?