What I Saw On The Way To The Hairdressers

Hello sweeties, how's your Friday been?

Here it's been mostly trying to catch up on sleep after the all-nighter that was the UK election.  I don't get to vote (though with my DNA credentials I should be given an honorary vote!).  I am interested in politics, though, local, UK and global, so I had very little sleep last night.  And apart from doing the school run today, making lunch and some grocery shopping, I have mainly drifted into snoozeville throughout the day.

So as a Slobby-Pout quick fix I took a few OOTD selfies and applied them to a haircut post I'd already drafted. And that is my solution for posting on a day when I am drifting in and out of slumber.

Did you do an election all-nighter?  And how are you feeling today?

A nippy start to the day found me slipping on some cooler day clothes, black Per Una jeans, Peacocks stone camisole under M&S linen mix stone cardi.  Clarks metallic flatties and some East charcoal/mauve-ish beads finished off my look.  I was aiming for "school run yummy-mummy" ... did I get anywhere near?!!

Back to my recent haircut day.  The trip to the hairdressers started like this.

A cut is definitely needed - just look at that fringe!u

I'm fortunate in having a hairdresser who "gets" my hair and is just a short walk away from home.  The walk is through quiet little lanes, where you are only infrequently passed by a car.  We call these quiet lanes ruettes tranquilles.

Here's what I saw along the way.



On the right, a defunct greenhouse, a sobering memorial to the tasty Guernsey Tomato. 

 But some growing is still going on and there are always things to be found for sale along the hedges.

Even a kitchen!

But these adorable ponies are not for sale!

So, home, after my trim.  No change?  Believe me, it was much tidier!

My hairdresser cuts my hair in a way that allows me to "see my public" immediately after!  I like that it doesn't look particularly "different" after a cut, just a tidier version of the pre-cut me.

A friend once told me "I'm having my hair done today so do you fancy going out tonight?"

That sounded so weird to me because for most of my life I have either gone home and immediately washed out the hairdresser's creation and started again, my way, or in some extreme cases pulled myself out of public circulation for a couple of weeks until it grows out a bit.

But I'm finding that with this hairdresser, I feel acceptable after a cut and don't mind being "on view".  I'd even go out immediately after, if only I had an invite (TP - big hint/plea there!)   

But just in case I have second thoughts, my gigantic Solar Shields allow me to walk the ruettes incognito!

One of my top tips to self is to ask for a dry cut.  Sadly it does reduce my Hello! reading time but does save a little bit of money and because my hair isn't washed and conditioned to within a millimetre of its follicled life, I don't come home looking like a flat pancake has been placed on my head.  My hair clearly performs better dirty!

It sounds a bit, well, pensioner, asking for a dry cut, but that is who I am and where I am right now.

Where do you stand?  Wet or dry cut?

My hair has been bobbed or long through most of my adult life, apart a few short-cut blips along the way.  I'm intrigued to know if you've had lots of hairstyles over the years or just one or two, like me.  And have you made changes to your style as you arrive at a certain age?  Like gone shorter?  I have.

Do you still colour or have you let the grey come through?  You can see what I'm up to, hair -wise, via this blog, but I'd love to hear more about your crowning glory.  I'm nosey intrigued.

And how do you feel immediately after your hair has been cut?

Can you face your public?

Or do you hide away until it grows out a bit?

A la perchoine.