I went into the hairdresser today for the full works. Cut, colour and a french manicure to finish off.
While my hairdresser Harriet was putting on the foils ( a long and tedious process ending up with me looking like an electrocuted tin man), she mentioned that she is leaving the salon next week. She is off to Manchester to sample city life. Good for her. I applaud her. I wish her well. I praise her endeavour. I think it's a great decision.
But the thing is- who is going to do my hair now?
I get very attached to my hairdresser. At least the manicurist ( who is amazing!) has no plans to leave her Thursday slot. At least she hasn't said so...
Maybe I will have do what Jordan does, and fly to LA to get my hair sorted out. It's a thought?