Catch Me If You Can!

PART 1
ME

I spent four hours at the hairdresser.

I told you that I was unhappy with my haircut. Well, if I didn’t emphasize that enough, I was REALLY unhappy, bordering on embarrassed about my hair. I needed to do something. I called a good hairdresser in Los Angeles and we decided we had two targets.

#1 MY MICRO BOB.

“Better is good’s worst enemy”, we say in France.

I guess I had forgotten that one. I was so happy with my short bob, feeling so cool that I thought, oh, no! I am leaving New Zealand soon, who knows what society will look like on the other side of the world, let’s do a preventive hair cut in case salons are closed.

Preventive haircut. If you need more spectacular ideas in that vein, CALL ME. What’s the short version of a short bob?

A micro bob. In other terms the worst cut I’ve had in years. On top of that, the hairdresser became so worried about volume that she started taking off layers and layers of my hair, which made it look spiky, triangular, impossible to style.

#2 MY COAL …