Imagine going to choose the fabric for one’s wedding dress having the worst hair day ever. And yet that’s exactly what I did.
I had a hair appointment after work, there was no point washing it and so with hair like string, I soldiered on bravely although at one point, I confess, I didn’t want to look in the mirror. Surely that’s not how I usually look?
Now at my hair appointment I can breathe a sigh of relief as I know I will leave here with normal or hopefully, fabulous hair again.
I will just add that it’s very hard to eat a salad out of a box with a plastic fork and a headful of foils. Another mouthful of hair…
Bad hair and wedding dress fabric. A busy day and a good decision I hope!