Hair Raising Stuff

Hair Raising Stuff

Hair Raising Stuff

Definately without a​ doubt it was a​ new image that was needed for​ my summer holiday. I was sick and​ tired of​ looking like the​ queen with the​ same hairstyle for​ as​ long as​ I could remember.

Well that was all about to​ change as​ I went on​ a​ rampage emptying every shop shelf of​ every glossy magazine that I could find. That evening all engagements were cancelled with Coroanation St, Emmerdale and​ Eastenders. Sacrafices had to​ made as​ I was on​ a​ mission to​ find the​ new me.

Settled down for​ the​ evening with every brochure and​ mag at my side, flicking through every page not leaving one unturned. Surely there had to​ be a​ style in​ one of​ them that was going to​ help me in​ my quest in​ finding the​ new image that I so badly craved.

A couple of​ hours of​ browsing had elapsed, and​ low and​ behold jumping out at me as​ plain as​ day, was the​ most wanting to​ die for​ hairstyle you​ ever did see. This was it with out a​ doubt. the​ style that I knew was going to​ give me a​ new lease of​ life.

After a​ visit to​ the​ shops, armed with hair colouring lotions conditioners scissors etc. I raced up the​ stairs to​ the​ bathroom missing every other step, I was so excited, Why would I not be excited? tomorrow I was to​ be a​ different person. No animosty spared between the​ old image in​ the​ mirror as​ I said my goodbyes

Smelling like a​ peroxide skunk I carried on​ following the​ instructions on​ the​ box. No matter how sweet scented that sachet of​ conditioner was it was not powerful enough to​ rid the​ odour that lingered all around. It was all going to​ be worthwhile I said to​ myself glancing down for​ about the​ hundredth time at the​ picture in​ the​ mag.
Forty minutes was up and​ it was now time to​ rinse dry and​ style.
Enter the​ blonde bombshell

Staring down at the​ photo in​ the​ magazine and​ back to​ my reflection in​ the​ mirror, something was wrong.

Two styles couldnt be any more different.

I followed the​ instructions as​ prompted, where have I gone wrong I yelled out loud.

I will tell you​ came a​ voice from the​ other side of​ the​ bathroom door. It was my husband who on​ hearing all the​ fuss decided to​ check out what was going on. Let me tell you​ what is​ going on​ I screamed back at him.

Explaining about how I felt about myself I handed him the​ magazine with the​ picture of​ this fabulous hairstyle on​ this beautiful model. He looked for​ a​ long while at the​ photo and​ then back at me, repeating this motion many times.
Darling I do not want to​ upset you​ he replied, but the​ reason that you​ will never have that look is​ because you​ do not have that face.
So why not make do with what God gave you. I have made do with what god gave you​ for​ 34 years and​ I still like what I see.

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