Hair Raising Stuff
Definately without a doubt it was a new image that was needed
for my summer holiday. I was sick and tired of looking like the
queen with the same hairstyle for as long as I could remember.
Well that was all about to change as I went on a rampage
emptying every shop shelf of every glossy magazine that I could
find. That evening all engagements were cancelled with
Coroanation St, Emmerdale and Eastenders. Sacrafices had to made
as I was on a mission to find the new me.
Settled down for the evening with every brochure and mag at my
side, flicking through every page not leaving one unturned.
Surely there had to be a style in one of them that was going to
help me in my quest in finding the new image that I so badly
craved.
A couple of hours of browsing had elapsed, and low and behold
jumping out at me as plain as day, was the most wanting to die
for hairstyle you ever did see. This was it with out a doubt.
The style that I knew was going to give me a new lease of life.
After a visit to the shops, armed with hair colouring lotions
conditioners scissors etc. I raced up the stairs to the bathroom
missing every other step, I was so excited, Why would I not be
excited? tomorrow I was to be a different person. No animosty
spared between the old image in the mirror as I said my goodbyes
Smelling like a peroxide skunk I carried on following the
instructions on the box. No matter how sweet scented that sachet
of conditioner was it was not powerful enough to rid the odour
that lingered all around. It was all going to be worthwhile I
said to myself glancing down for about the hundredth time at the
picture in the mag. Forty minutes was up and it was now time to
rinse dry and style. (Enter the blonde bombshell)
Staring down at the photo in the magazine and back to my
reflection in the mirror, something was wrong.
Two styles couldnt be any more different.
I followed the instructions as prompted, where have I gone wrong
I yelled out loud.
I will tell you came a voice from the other side of the bathroom
door. It was my husband who on hearing all the fuss decided to
check out what was going on. Let me tell you what is going on I
screamed back at him.
Explaining about how I felt about myself I handed him the
magazine with the picture of this fabulous hairstyle on this
beautiful model. He looked for a long while at the photo and
then back at me, repeating this motion many times. Darling I do
not want to upset you he replied, but the reason that you will
never have that look is because you do not have that face. So
why not make do with what God gave you. I have made do with what
god gave you for 34 years and I still like what I see.