The image to your left shows a picture of me sporting a hairstyle that is 17 years old. I always believed long hair suited me mostly because of the constant rantings from my mother which went like "Perhaps that is the only feminine thing about you, so keep your crowing glory !" and so it was written in stone. Taken 2 days before our departure from United States, I thought this picture of me looked decent. Once we reached France, we had a chance to relax and carefully examine what we missed out. And the obvious hit me - it has been atleast 4 months since I last colored my hair and all of a sudden my greys were more than just noticeable. So we discover this shopping mall called Auchan and I find two hair salons - Franck Provost and Interview Coiffure. I automatically lean towards I.C since it is 40 Euros cheaper for what I want to get done.
After a long wait, a session that consisted of "coupe, coleur, shampoo, conditionneur" all accomplished in nothing less than 3 heures and 70 Euros later....pretty alarming for a rather small head of hair (also the translation efforts took half the time), I waited for AJ to pick me up and hoped that my new looks would stir a comment - a compliment really !
But to my dismay, AJ walks past me and then turns around to look at me (as though he did not recognise me the first time!) and wrinkles his nose like i can't see...and says with bated breath "you look different". I am already in pain that my hairstylist nipped my tresses and so wished that would be wiped away with a nice remark. Alas, after much wait and careful examination he said "Nice !"
So relieved I was, considering I took this brave step to change styles after 17 years ! The last time I remember sporting a similar cut was when I was in grade 7 or something. But like anyone else I'm secretly telling myself - " it will grow back in a year, enough time before I visit Mom again !!"
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