Life-lessons

It’s no secret that I’m a big fan of long natural hair. Ever since I was no more than 5 years old, and my mum thought that short hair was cool, where most people mistook me for a boy,  I’ve had an urge to grow my hair as long as possible.

However, there are times when I, in moments of desperation and insanity, decide that it’s time for a change. Thus I once ended up with multicoloured hair (pink in the front, yellow on the top, orange in the bottom and purple in the back), a time I associate with Friis & Co. belts, see-through D&G t-shirts, g-star 69 jeans, and way too much make-up; a time I have safely tried to displace over the years. Yesterday I had that struck of insanity again, after browsing through photos. So at 5 o’clock in the afternoon I decided to search for the nearest hairdresser and cut my hair. Short.

“Luck” was with me and I found a vietnamese salon, where the tiny lady had time. After 1 hour with excessive talking (mostly from her side, my responses can be summed up in “mhm, cool, how nice”) I was left with 20 cm shorter… very healthy but…

unevenly cut… hair.

Thankfully Caroline from my class had sympathy with me and has promised to help me cut it evenly. Sigh. It must be some sort of life-lesson that I missed out on, multiple times. “Don’t ever get impulse haircuts”.

Ever.