I got my haircut today.
I had a job interview last week and it was the first time I’d really blow-dried my hair in a while. I realised then that it was so long at the back that it was looking mangy (I have a short haircut).
I decided to take a punt on the local, very average-looking hair salon in The Greens. I figured they couldn’t make it look worse.
My last experience at a hair salon left me with a whole in my wallet as well as butchered hair, so I figured I’d pay average dollar this time and see if the butchering increased exponentially.
This time I paid 170 dirham for a cut and blow-wave. (That’s 46 USD, or 35 euros.) A relative bargain. So far so good. But I really can’t tell if its a success until I wash and style it myself. So I’ll know in two days. (I’ve discovered that a good hairdresser can make even the most amateurish haircut look okay with a skilled blow dry.)
Speaking of blow-waves… the blow-waves they do here totally crack me up! They seem to work on the assumption that everyone wants to look like a patrician matriarch from South America. It reminds me of Evita or even an ‘awards event J-Lo’, and I totally love the fantasy element of it.
It’s very….(To husband) Have Henry bring the car around will you dahling?. The girls and I are auctioning our last-season outfits for the hospital. Don’t wait up! (Finishes glass of Krug 96, air-kisses husband and totters off on ridiculously high-heels trying not to fall down stairs onto vast marble foyer).