Medusa no more.

Last Wednesday, I went to the Hairdresser. As the woman was cutting my long wavy hair, a tiny and insignificant voice in my head was screaming "No no no no". Seeing my brown loops drooping on the white floor, producing a line of dust and regrets, made my  stomach speak. After this horrid act, I looked at my reflection, disappointed and with a great force lied to the hairdresser "oh this is great!", letting a gasp of desperation leave my  mouth. I am not a good liar indeed. I paid the woman and ran like a thief out on the street. 

I am missing my long medusa-like hair dropping on my waist. I am just going to persuade myself "hair grows quickly"! (I am exaggerating it is not that short, it seemed short on wednesday but is fine now) 

I will post a picture in a few days.

 What is your biggest hair disaster? 

Fringe me.

//I find changes are a necessity in life. The only rational idea I had is to get a nice fringe. You see, I never go to the hairdresser and I have kept the same hairstyle for an eternity. It only grows... I just thought about doing it in my narrow bathroom spontaneously. But the thing with fringes is there is NO COMING BACK! It is only for the better or worse. So the wise and sensible child I am thought I should sleep on it. So here I am, hesitating. 

Here are some lovely pictures of fringed girl.//

A Glamorous way of Thinking