But one of my favourite EVER treats is going to the hairdressers.
Having my hair cut seems to have fallen down the list of things to do these days – getting a job seems to be taking priority over most things. I last had my hair cut before Christmas and considering my hair tends to grow outwards, rather than downwards, I’ve been looking very Vivienne Westwood-esque lately. Not cool.
So … I treated myself today. Spent the morning doing ‘sticking and shit’ (technical term,) with my youngest all morning to assuage any guilt I might have felt for buggering off later on, dished out cupcakes and melon (to cancel out the cupcakes) and went to the hairdressers.
It’s only a few doors away from where I live, a small salon, but the guy who does my hair is a genius – a genius I say! Anyone that can tame my unruly red hair deserves an MBE. So, a big up to Matt at Viottos!
And this is the result:
I hope it’s not another six months before I get my hair cut again or I may have to resort to trimming the ends with the nail scissors again.