20 May 2010: It’s official. I’m giving up. My hair is in a dreadful condition and not likely to get better with the amount of time it is likely to spend inside a crash helmet over the next few months. I’ve booked an appointment at my hairdresser’s in July when I go to Norway. Sadly not with Helen as she’s on holiday then too, but her colleague is good too. Well, anything is better than this state.
22 April 2010: Dear Internet – am I allowed to give up on this when I go to Norway and set up an appointment with the best hairdresser in the world — my hairdresser of the past 20 years, Helen?
Update 17 February 2010: I am now going crazy. I HATE my hair and this in-between state. Should I give up my quest to go another year like this?
Update 29 September 09: I am now permanently holding the hair back with a hairband. If I don’t it goes limp about ten minutes after I’ve dried it and I look like a mop. But at least my mother approves of the new length. So that’s ok then.
Update 12 August 09: Hair is becoming ever more unmanageable. Perhaps I should ride my bike more so it doesn’t matter so much. You know — helmet hair.
Update May 09: A friend on Facebook sent me this. I laughed too.
Hm. I was looking for a nice little countdown timer for the sidebar, but all I could get that worked was this one from the TickerFactory. Which is cute, but not at all what I wanted. It has to be all html, you see, no Javascript or anything.
Anyway. For the uninitiated, this counter is so I can keep track of how long I have to wait before I will once again allow myself to see a hairdresser after this disaster. Part II. Part III. As I write this, I look almost normal again with some deft blow-drier work, hairspray and hair gel. I no longer have my H&M cap glued to my head, but I still wear oversize earrings and loads of eye make-up to draw the attention away from the idiocy on my head.
The only way is up, eh?
