I've been meaning to post this for a while, but got sidetracked by events. When I discovered that Jen, the Style Crusader, has also been postponing her haircut (she'd gone a whopping EIGHT MONTHS and I was over seven..) I booked her in to my favourite hair salon, Windle, in Covent Garden. Several times I tried to back out, but Jen held firm: it was becoming like a bloggers haircut support group. I was all hemming & hawwing over whether to bob, or not to bob..
You might remember my post on the wonderful Collette (cutting edge: grey gardens) way back in August (the cut was actually July). I love how Collette always wears grey: it suits her light colouring so well.
Anyway come the Friday before last, I was on the tube & the Picadilly line broke down. Stalled to a stop. I had to come out, text her, get back in, change three times... I was really late.
Meanwhile, she had arrived and HER stylist, Josh, had been rushed to the ER (or A&E in Brit speak) because he'd cut off his finger. So she got a replacement & we got whisked off to the most wonderful head massage shampoos.
I didn't see her til it was all over, when she took these shots. Because I'm so wishy washy, Collette & I worked out an asymmetrical compromise. I let her whack off the back: it's not like I see it, anyway. She's a genius, actually: she totally gets me, and is a virtuoso with the scissors. And besides: it's only hair. It grows back. The main thing is, I met a wonderful new friend - Jen is like a younger, better version of me (much better). And she's also a great Point Person, but that's another story.