You may be fooled by the following photo; misled into believing that I am a pleasantly conservative young lady with a hair-style which complies to her respectable social-standing who enjoys curiously glancing at ceilings out of the corner of her eyes.
Although I do occasionally find ceilings to be mildly interesting and in need of a thorough observation, I do not possess a normal hair-do no more.
Tis the season to take risks, and so I gave my hairstylist, Jess at Catalina Salon in Peterborough, the go ahead to snip away at my strands and carve out a freakish masterpiece on the top of my head, which she did, in my opinion. Kudos and a hearty handshake to her.
In line with my original goal, my 88 year old grandmother will most likely become frightened at the sight of me and rendered speech-impaired for a minimum of 5 days. Can fashion have a more noble mission?
No. No it cannot.
Are you ready to see it??
Are you sure? Because I actually am missing hair on one side of my head.
Like, I mean quasi-balding.
Which is kind of weird because I am under the age of 45.
1/4 of my head looks like that of a boy or a of deranged criminal.
Dahh Dahhh Dahhhh!!!!
So, verdict? You like, you like? Or are you anti-shave? Either way that you sway, this is going to shake up my style and force me out of my comfort zone.
The moral of the story is this: Razors can do wonders, and not just to your bikini line.