Curl Up and Dye!

I love getting my hair restyled. It makes me feel like a new woman. I'm always very happy when I get a complete over-haul because my hairdresser is like a real life Edward Scissor hands. I've never asked her for something she couldn't do and she's always happy to have a customer who appreciates being styled to within an inch of their life! It makes her job worthwhile.

My only only complaint is this. My hairdresser is the most International person I know! She goes abroad for fashion shows, hair conventions, style awards and plain old holidays and it's getting on my last nerves because she's always away!

Often when I go to the hairdressers, I have to get everything done at once because I know Miss International will be catching a plane like normal people catch a bus. I have to get my eye lashes done, my eyebrows threaded, my legs waxed and with the haircut, I have to get it straightened, coloured, tugged and teased until I look like a contestant in America's Next Top Model. It all hurts, but it's worth it. In fact, someone at work said I look years younger because my hair's shining like a 100 watt bulb and it's the colour of passion, so he's definitely going to be my new best friend whether he likes it or not.

Anyway, my hairdresser is off abroad for her brother's wedding tomorrow. He's marrying his boyfriend! Yes, that's what I said HIS BOYFRIEND.