A Bloomin' Mushroom

Colleague reminded me that she is doing her hair this Sunday and that if I wanted to colour my hair, I should make the appointment and we can go together.

I am still unsure what I can do to make a drastic change.

I had the scariest of shock when after having had my trim, that my new cut is not shower friendly. If I took a shower and left the hair to dry naturally, I would look like a rather large portobello mushroom. The stylist had layered the bottom part of my tresses by too much and the portion from my chin to about 5 inches after my shoulders, is rather long and lean. The top... oh my goodness, the top from the chin to the tips of my head, well its got a rather strong mind of its own. It blooms at will and whenever you aren't looking, it tends to curve in the oddest of ways.

I would like to be able to say that I look like a cute portobello mushroom though... sadly, even I am not able to create such a lie of the century.

I now spend 45 mins after each shower, alternating between trying to terrorize and coax the mushroom to lie flat against my head in one direction, whilst trying to tease the portion from the chin downwards to fluff out a little and to stand proud. This is all done with the help of a hair dryer, which gleefully takes opportunities to scald my scalp into patches of cooked flesh.

Aye... the troubles of having caught a stylist on a bad day. He is banned henceforth btw...
Goodbye Christopher! It was good while it lasted though but you are bad for my ego, and between my ego and you, I'm sorry you have to go.