So, after a couple of months of a longish bob, I knew from pretty much hour one, that a bob was not for me. The thing is... I love bobs, I always longed for a Lois Lane/Teri Hatcher, glossy, straight and swingy bob and wanted that desperately. Well I can't ever have that, because my hair is like wire wool on a humid day.
So, on my last hair cut, I compromised and went for the Olivia Palermo, slightly wavy bob with a few subtle and long layers and no... that didn't work either and so then I had to wait for it to grow a little, for me to get it layered. Does that make sense?
Anyway, I hastily booked in just after pay day for some semblance of normality to be restored. Louise did a sterling job, told me off, (again,) for attacking my own fringe and then sent me on my way.
A few days later and I'm based in my "home" office for the day, after eleven months of wearing my hair up, most people walk past me, I get lots of compliments, and my male manager does a double take. Does that mean it looks OK?
It's great, not 100% but I feel like me again. I don't think I'll ever find the perfect cut but for now, I feel swingy and bouncy and messy.... and I feel at home.
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