Hair
I am a bit loved up tonight! And no I haven’t been taking any naughty pills. And no I haven’t met someone special; I’ve given up all hope on that front. No, the reason for being a bit loved up is simply coming from the joy of being me at long last. And its all, well mostly, hair related.
Firstly my day began with a fantastic hour with the Lovely Wig Lady in Sandbach (www.discretion.uk.net). This also harks back a bit to a previous post about work, but it turned out the Lovely Wig Lady’s has a day job is in the same place as me, in fact I know her! But as I’m dysfunctional and unable to recognize people out of context, I didn’t realize until she told me, and then the penny dropped! And was I the slightest bit fazed? Not at all, in fact it was a relief. At last someone at work knows; Lucy has a foot in the door!
But getting back to the wig thing, it’s a strange thing to be able to do, to try on hairstyles before you buy! Come on how many women would love to be able to do that when they go to the hairdresser. What I want is long, flowing, feminine locks, wild and luscious, kissed by a golden sun. But when I wear a wig like that I look like an idiot! It’s just not right on any level. It doesn’t suit my age, my face or the colour of my skin. I fancy trying new colours, blondes, and darks and auburns, but none of them suit me. So it is that I’ve ended up with a short to mid length sort of bob thing, in a fairly nondescript mid brown colour, again. But that’s me, that’s how I would be out there in the real world, as opposed to the fantastic fairytale that plays out in my head. But that’s good, it’s comfortable, I’m comfortable wearing it. And as someone wise once said, ‘that might be the height of fashion, but it doesn’t mean you don’t look like a fool!’ Not only that, but to look your best you have to be confident, and to be confident you have to be comfortable. That means my clothes, my hair and my make up has got to put me at ease. If something doesn’t feel right I don’t wear it. This doesn’t mean I always wear the same thing, but when I get dressed I try to find a fine balance between my mood, the weather and where I’m going. Unfortunately my hair is a constant, and that has to be taken into account, and fortunately a mouse brown boring bob seems to always work for me.
And this was followed up by an hour at the hairdressers getting my man-hair cut. And believe it or not I think getting my man hair cut was more pleasurable than trying on wigs. Yes, I know it’s hard to believe, but it’s true.
I think I should expand a little here. Before Christmas, when I made my last appointment, I was feeling particularly brave, and because I’d just missed an appointment, and as I was in town in my finest, I decided to walk into the salon to book my next appointment as me, rather than him. And all was well. In fact I received a very warm welcome. During that appointment I chatted with Angela while she was cutting my hair, as you do, and she didn’t have any problem with me coming in dressed, so that’s exactly what I did.
And it was fantastic being in the hairdressers like that. I thought taking my wig off in public was going to be a huge issue, but it wasn’t. Once my hair was washed and I was actually getting my hair cut, all the nerves about being exposed went, I was just another customer. And I think Angela, the darling, went out of her way to style, though not cut, my hair in most feminine way she could. She even had the straighteners on it. She treated me to a glimpse of how I could look with my own hair. It was a real treat, one that has made me seriously consider getting some colour put in it to help with the effect, not to mention covering the grey! She did such a good job that I was tempted not to put my wig back on, but I did, I’m not that brave yet. And when I did I felt guilty for doing so. Angela was running the risk of a really big hug! She made me so happy.
A few more little barriers have been broken down, a fantastic day.
Lucy x
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