Posted by Sari
Yes, I know it is not a word but so what.
I went to hairdresser’s few days back. I had not been since early autumn, it felt somehow wrong to go and get a new do when Jukka was loosing all his hair – irrational but that is how I felt. So my hair was overgrown and also greasy as there was no point in washing my hair just before hairdresser would wash it. This time I got a very good hairdresser who knew his stuff managed to make my hair look really good, but while doing that he managed to make me feel irrationally guilty about not going to hairdresser more often. He obviously thought my hair was a disaster and probably would be the death of me if I did not start taking care of it better. So there I was paying through the nose to be lectured on hair care. By a balding hairdresser. Look, I don’t like to blow-dry my hair, I don’t like to stuff mousse or hair gel or any other expensive goos in my hair, I don’t like to wash my hair every day. This is not a crime. And still, in the classic female way I could not but feel guilty about neglecting my hair so terribly. Darn.
Eating Muffins 