Thought of the day

Sometimes life is really shitty and challenging. But everything happens for a reason. Just because we can't understand why things happen doesn't mean bad stuff happens.

Hair today, gone tomorrow

I go on about my hair a lot. I am v sorry. 'twas never my intention.
I spent yesterday visiting my friend B, who knows I am rather petrified of hairdressers. However, she knew about the Mutley situation and organised for her hairdresser to come around and cut my hair. Hairdresser P agreed I had rather "confused" hair with too many layers and came to my rescue with her scissors. Not a bad result!

She who waits

Stupid blog. Stupid hair cut.
I should have learned since last time.
Waiting for hair to grow back out. I look like Mutley.

Time for a change

It has taken me 3 years but today, I have made a decision: I am getting my hair cut. Radical, I know.

Last time I had my hair cut properly was in August-September 2008, before I went to India.

Since then, the only person who has been allowed near my hair is M. With a pair of kitchen scissors. In her kitchen. And only the end bits to straighten it out. That was once, a couple of month ago.

The reason for the lack of hair dressing is simply that I don't trust hair dressers. They normally give me a crap cut. Since 1996, there have been 3 hairdressers I have trusted:

Donna - she cut my hair in Sydney. She was fantastic.

Majsan - she cut my hair back in Sweden. She was awesome. But expensive hair cut as have to factor in the flights.

Emma The Australian - she cut my hair in London but as live outside of London could only get appointments on a Saturday. Which was fine until Emma managed to call in sick every single time I had made an appointment. So, I did what every person would do - I fired her. I have since then been searching and searching.

During my searching, I have met some gawdaweful hair dressers. Especially the junior stylists. They cannot ever be let near my hair ever again.

Apologies

Have you missed me? Fear not, I will be brightening up your dark days with my wit and sassyness.

Not my purdy!

Accidentally dropped my iPhone in the middle of the street on Friday night. Instant reaction was the want to cry like a 3-year-old when discovered cracked screen. Fortunately only tiny crack and can still use beloved phone. It is either that or use a Nokia for the next 4 week while phone in being repaired. Came to conclusion cannot live without iPhone. Especially not for a Nokia. How would I sync to MoileMe? Get my calendar? Know what I was doing, and where? Get emails? Nope, iPhone = Life. Not willing to negotiate.

Morning glory

Yesterday I did some clearing out of handbags as here are some that I just don't use, or have actually never used. Shall be eBaying them shortly once I figure out how. Am really quite amazed at this. The handbags sorting, not the lack of eBaying-skills, naturally.

Atm Hubby is fast asleep, I am wake early again. This usually happens. Am trying to find out the best way of cleaning my yoga mat. It stinks of toe jam. Thank goodness for the Internet, I am sure it has answers to all my questions.

Shall also go and bake bread - it is a beautiful day.