Thought I should do a VERY brief post on the fact that I have kind of new hair. I haven’t had a fringe in a long time. (I think about ten years?)
Based on that information, you may think I’d’ve been pretty nervous about it getting one. But strangely, I really wasn’t at all. I went to Style Club on South William Street and this would be how the conversation went:
Hairdresser Extraordinaire: Hey there, Whisty*, what are we doing for you today?
Whisty: Well I’d like a fringe please Mr, hairdresser. I brought in a photo…
H.E.: Okay, great, let’s see…
W: Here you go; I know it’s a boy hair cut, but…
H.E.: Yeah… but it’s Brian Jones…
W: I love you Mr hairdresser!
H.E.: Please, call me Dearan.
*Name has been changed to protect the smug.
So with that, I had my balayage done and a couple of snips later, ta da! I was the proud owner of a new ‘do. And I like it!
How very odd, posting about my hair. I swear fashion will resume tomorrow!