Loving my new hair cut

It’s Christmas season and I hate being sick. I want to be out there shopping and dining. But alas, this wretched stomach flu has really caused my digestive system to go haywire. Again! Grrrr.

On happier side of things, a day before falling ill, I went to get my hair cut. Finally… I’ve been wanting to cut my hair 3 months ago!

Three hours and a hair dye - I had red hair that threatened to turn orange! And three inches chopped of.

Me at the salon. Chatting with my sister who was getting her hair done.

I was a brunette once more with healthier looking hair. Even my helper at home says she loves this do much better.

I’m extremely loyal and conservative when it comes to getting my hair done. I had to chop off my manes to a crop do - to a teenage girl that is simply punishment - due to some rigid school rule when I was in Secondary school and have since sworn to never have my hair short. Ever.

I’ve followed my previous hair stylist for about eight years, and now after getting my hair done at this salon for two times, I might just switch hair stylist. Shh, don’t tell my current hair stylist.

Even my sister loves to get her hair done at this salon. She had these curlers in her hair and the hair stylist was fussing over her manes for every 10 minutes. And while waiting for her, I had three cups of drinks.

Way much fresher do. Saying bye to my curled hair for a while.

And my sister’s new hair-do.

I like!