Published March 3, 2012
I think I’ve blogged on several occasions about my love/hate relationship with hairdresser. Mostly, it falls on the side of hate, I will grant you. The trouble is, that I don’t really like being made a fuss of in such a fashion, and having strangers riffling through my hair isn’t fun. The answer is to not be a stranger to a salon but with life how it has been for the past few years, I’ve not managed to find one that a) I’ve liked and b) I’ve stayed living next to.