Six months strong without a haircut.
Not only was I proud of my Sideshow Bob hairstyle, but I embraced it. Countless prods from Christian to "get a haircut already" were no match for my attachment to the voluminous curls.
However, in preparation for travels to much warmer clients, I realized the necessity to loose some heat trapping potential from up top. It turned into a bit of an event...a dinner and a haircut if you will.
While Christian was in the kitchen making paella (trying unsuccessfully to hide the proud smile that my tangles would soon be gone)
...my hairstylists took to work.
An attempt at straightening my hair went horribly wrong.
Some very careful, though out snips with fabric scissors led to the unveiling of a brand new man. My hairstylists did not even recognize me!
With stomachs full of sangria and paella (not to mention about a pound less hair for me) we made our way to the Bog for a night of celebration. Closely followed was a dance throw down at monkey bar...the girls destroyed us!
An attempt at straightening my hair went horribly wrong.
Some very careful, though out snips with fabric scissors led to the unveiling of a brand new man. My hairstylists did not even recognize me!
With stomachs full of sangria and paella (not to mention about a pound less hair for me) we made our way to the Bog for a night of celebration. Closely followed was a dance throw down at monkey bar...the girls destroyed us!
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ReplyDeletei should have mailed you a toque to keep that mop under. although i guess that wouldn't really help matters much in India, eh?
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