So, I realise 'hamazing' isn't a word but I was going for alliteration. If you remember reading my cautionary tale, this is the ending(?) of that tale. I think. Well, it's more of an update.
I spent nine days with my hair in some form of a plait, whether it be pigtails or a slicked back power pony. I barely brushed it, I DEFINITELY didn't wash it and I slathered it in coconut oil (it cures cancer too!! (not really - please don't try that)). And finally, after all this time (always (Harry Potter reference anyone)), I finally got it cut.
BEFORE (THE Hair Disaster - as it shall now be known):
AFTER (THE Hair Disaster):
AFTER (THE haircut from an amazing hairdresser):
Emily (my hairdresser) is AAAHHHHMMAAAAAZZZZZIIIINNNNNGGGGG. She rights all wrongs. She is my saviour. I also have a bit of hero worship going on because she manages to do all sorts of miracles on my hair. She's been our hairdresser for the better part of six years and she gets us. That sounds cringy. It's not. I promise. BUT. She does always know what looks good on us, what kind of style we like, and what colours we prefer in our hair. Like I said, she's awesome. Well, I said she was amazing. You get it.
Anyway, that's all from me!!
Shenaya xx
P.S. Please ignore my face in the first "after THE Hair Disaster" picture.
P.P.S. My hair is not naturally curly - it's dead straight. Straighter than Donald Trump. (Damn ASSHOLE (to be read as A-S-S not A-R-S-E))
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