Since last November my life has been changing quite a lot, in ways that I would never have expected, and in aspects that I felt I could not influence...so I decided to change somethings I could influence, which unfortunately didnt leave me with too many options. Thats why I've decided to change somethings about myself. Now dont get all excited, Ill probably never stop being a talking too much without thinking and without being asked kind of person. But there are some small things that really annoy me about myslef, like my urge to always be on the safe side (except wehn i leave my home to go and live in the most weirdest countries, of course).
Now, some of you may have seen me when I felt it was time to get my hair cut. For those who havent, Im terrible! I ask everybody about all there experiences with hairdressers, I make thousands of appointments to which I never show up, and when I finally manage to really go to a hairdresser, I fell sick when they take the 2 cm of (no, not that much, please, really just the very bottom bit...no, thats too much really...). Unfortunately, my last haircut was in December and I knew I had to do something, and, as usual, I started asking around. But then it hit me: NO, Im not going to be on the safe side this time, Im born to be wild! And boldly I walked into a very stylish hairderssers close to work without any references! And I asked for an appointment! Then I asked about the price - and boldly walked out without the appointment. My first instinct was to give up but there was another hairdressers just next door and I forced myself into it - and made an appointment without asking for the price, because it was not very stylish, acctually, more the opposite, and it couldnt be worse than the first one I tried.
The tiny little Asian man started cutting like wild, and I was really trying not to keep him from doing his job, so I had my eyes closed during the whole operation. (He gently touched my shoulder before he turned on the drier, and said he was sorry to wake me up). In the end I almost felt comfortable, with all the nice old ladies who had their perms done and the two nice very gay guys cutting and chattering. When I got up I decided that Id done really well with being full of courage and that I shall keep being spontaneous with decisions concerning my hair. Thats when I found out how much money he wanted.
I shall go back to Louise and have my 2 cm cut every once in a while. On the other hand, some people just get their heads shaved...sounds like a plan!
Obs: The woman on the Pic is obviously not me, but her hairstyle is almost like mine, except my fringe is a bit longer, my face a tiny bit rounder, my cut is more layery and less steppy, and the whole thing looks quite a bit shorter on me than on her - acctually, its completely different :)
